LOVE guards the roses of thy lips <br /> And flies about them like a bee; <br />If I approach he forward skips, <br /> And if I kiss he stingeth me. <br /> <br />Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, <br /> And sleeps within their pretty shine; <br />And if I look the boy will lower, <br /> And from their orbs shoot shafts divine. <br /> <br />Love works thy heart within his fire, <br /> And in my tears doth firm the same; <br />And if I tempt it will retire, <br /> And of my plaints doth make a game. <br /> <br />Love, let me cull her choicest flowers; <br /> And pity me, and calm her eye; <br />Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers <br /> Then will I praise thy deity. <br /> <br />But if thou do not, Love, I'll truly serve her <br />In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her.<br /><br />Thomas Lodge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phillis-2/
