My Phillis hath the morning sun <br />At first to look upon her; <br />And Phillis hath morn-waking birds <br />Her risings still to honour. <br />My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers, <br />That smile when she treads on them; <br />And Phillis hath a gallant flock, <br />That leaps since she doth own them. <br />But Phillis hath too hard a heart, <br />Alas that she should have it! <br />It yields no mercy to desert, <br />Nor grace to those that crave it.<br /><br />Thomas Lodge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phillis-i/
