Thomas Lodge
Poems (7)
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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; …