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 THOMAS LODGE

What if I beat the wanton boy

With many a rod? He will repay me with annoy,

Because a god.

Then sit thou safely on my knee, Then let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee, O Cupid, so thou pity me,

Spare not, but play thee'

��/o,? Phillis I

MY Phillis hath the morning sun At fiist to look upon her, And Phillis hath morn-waking birds

Her ribings 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 bincc she doth own them. But Philhs hath too hard a heart,

Alas that she should have it* It yields no meicy to desert,

Nor grace to those that crave it.

��E guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stmgcth me.

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