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-01/
