• Love guards 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,
    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...