Phillis 01

MY Phillis hath the morning sun
 At first to look upon her;
And Phillis hath morn-waking birds
 Her risings still to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers,
 That smile when she treads on them;
And Phillis hath a gallant flock,
 That leaps since she doth own them.
But Phillis hath too hard a heart,
 Alas that she should have it!
It yields no mercy to desert,
 Nor grace to those that crave it.