William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Love Guards the Roses of Thy LipsThomas Lodge (15581625)
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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 his pretty shrine;
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 will I praise thy deity.
In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her.