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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Phillada flouts Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O WHAT a plague is love! <br>   How shall I bear it? <br>She will inconstant prove, <br>   I greatly fear it. <br>She so torments my mind <br>   That my strength faileth, <br>And wavers with the wind <br>   As a ship saileth. <br>Please her the best I may, <br>She loves still to gainsay; <br>Alack and well-a-day! <br>   Phillada flouts me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At the fair yesterday <br>   She did pass by me; <br>She look'd another way <br>   And would not spy me: <br>I woo'd her for to dine, <br>   But could not get her; <br>Will had her to the wine-- <br>   He might entreat her. <br>With Daniel she did dance, <br>On me she look'd askance: <br>O thrice unhappy chance! <br>   Phillada flouts me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fair maid, be not so coy, <br>   Do not disdain me! <br>I am my mother's joy: <br>   Sweet, entertain me! <br>She'll give me, when she dies, <br>   All that is fitting: <br>Her poultry and her bees, <br>   And her goose sitting, <br>A pair of mattrass beds, <br>And a bag full of shreds; <br>And yet, for all this guedes, <br>   Phillada flouts me! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She hath a clout of mine <br>   Wrought with blue coventry, <br>Which she keeps for a sign <br>   Of my fidelity: <br>But i' faith, if she flinch <br>   She shall not wear it; <br>To Tib, my t'other wench, <br>   I mean to bear it. <br>And yet it grieves my heart <br>So soon from her to part: <br>Death strike me with his dart! <br>   Phillada flouts me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou shalt eat crudded cream <br>   All the year lasting, <br>And drink the crystal stream <br>   Pleasant in tasting; <br>Whig and whey whilst thou lust, <br>   And bramble-berries, <br>Pie-lid and pastry-crust, <br>   Pears, plums, and cherries. <br>Thy raiment shall be thin, <br>Made of a weevil's skin-- <br>Yet all 's not worth a pin! <br>   Phillada flouts me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the last month of May <br>   I made her posies; <br>I heard her often say <br>   That she loved roses. <br>Cowslips and gillyflowers <br>   And the white lily <br>I brought to deck the bowers <br>   For my sweet Philly. <br>But she did all disdain, <br>And threw them back again; <br>Therefore 'tis flat and plain <br>   Phillada flouts me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fair maiden, have a care, <br>   And in time take me; <br>I can have those as fair <br>   If you forsake me: <br>For Doll the dairy-maid <br>   Laugh'd at me lately, <br>And wanton Winifred <br>   Favours me greatly. <br>One throws milk on my clothes, <br>T'other plays with my nose; <br>What wanting signs are those? <br>   Phillada flouts me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I cannot work nor sleep <br>   At all in season: <br>Love wounds my heart so deep <br>   Without all reason. <br>I 'gin to pine away <br>   In my love's shadow, <br>Like as a fat beast may, <br>   Penn'd in a meadow. <br>I shall be dead, I fear, <br>Within this thousand year: <br>And all for that my dear <br>   Phillada flouts me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a></strong></div>