Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
Thomas Lodge (15581625)Loves Wantonness
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And flies about them like a bee;
If I approach he forward skips,
And if I kiss he stingeth me.
And sleeps within their pretty shine,
And if I look the boy will lower,
And from their orbs shoot shafts divine.
And in my tears doth firm the same,
And if I tempt it will retire,
And of my plaints doth make a game.
And pity me, and calm her eye,
Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers,
Then I will praise thy deity.