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