Thomas Lodge quotes

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I would in rich and golden coloured raine,
With tempting showers in pleasant sort discend,
Into faire Phillis lappe (my lovely friend)
When sleepe hir sence with slomber doth restraine.
My Phillis hath prime-feathered flowers
That smile when she treads on them;
I were content to wearie out my paine,
To bee Narsissus so she were a spring
As yields no mercy to desert,
Nor grace to those that crave it.
Nature herself her shape admires;
The gods are wounded in her sight;
Since for a fair there's fairer none,
Nor for her virtues so divine:
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