| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet XIII. Love guides the roses of thy lips | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | LOVE guides the roses of thy lips, | |
| And flies about them like a bee; | |
| If I approach he forward skips, | |
| And if I kiss he stingeth me. | |
| Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, | 5 |
| And sleeps within their pretty shine; | |
| And if I look the boy will lower, | |
| And from their orbs shoot shafts divine. | |
| Love works thy heart within his fire, | |
| And in my tears doth firm the same; | 10 |
| And if I tempt it will retire, | |
| And of my plaints doth make a game. | |
| Love, let me cull her choicest flowers, | |
| And pity me, and calm her eye, | |
| Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers, | 15 |
| Then will I praise thy deity. | |
| But if thou do not love, I ’ll truly serve her. | |
| In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her. | | | | |
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