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Love's Wantonness

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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 doth firm the same;
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,
  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.

Thomas Lodge (1558 – 1625)


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