Thomas Lodge

Poems (7)

• Phillis 1

  My Phillis hath the morning sun / At first to look upon her; …

• Phillis 2

  Love guards the roses of thy lips / And flies about them like a bee; …

• Phillis II

  Love guards the roses of thy lips / And flies about them like a bee; …

• Rosalind's Madrigal

  Love in my bosom like a bee / Doth suck his sweet: …

• Rosaline

  Like to the clear in highest sphere / Where all imperial glory shines, …

• Rosalynd

  Like to the clear in highest sphere / Where all imperial glory shines: …

• Rosalynd’s Complaint

  Love in my bosom, like a bee, / Doth suck his sweet; …