Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Lodge. 1556?162598. Phillis 1
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, | 5 |
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! | 10 |
It yields no mercy to desert, | |
Nor grace to those that crave it. |