Thomas Lodge. 1556?-1625
98. Phillis 1
1 min to read 73 words
MY Phillis hath the morning sun At first to look upon her; And Phillis hath morn-waking birds Her risings still to honour. My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers, That smile when she treads on them; And Phillis hath a gallant flock, That leaps since she doth own them. But Phillis hath too hard a heart, Alas that she should have it! It yields no mercy to desert, Nor grace to those that crave it.
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Thomas Lodge. 1556?-1625
99. Phillis 2
1 min to read 133 words
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