THOMAS LODGE, M.D.
SIREN pleasant! foe to reason
[PHILLIS]
AN ODE.
Now I find thy looks were feignèd,
Quickly lost and quickly gainèd!
Soft thy skin, like wool of wethers,
Heart unstable, light as feathers;
Tongue untrusty, subtle sighted,
Wanton will, with change delighted:
SIREN pleasant! foe to reason.
CUPID plague thee for this treason!
Of thine eyes, I made my mirror,
From thy beauty came mine error,
All thy words I countèd witty,
All thy smiles I deemèd pity.
Thy false tears that me aggrievèd
First of all my trust deceivèd:
SIREN pleasant! foe to reason,
CUPID plague thee for this treason!
Feigned acceptance when I askèd,
Lovely words with cunning maskèd,
Holy vows, but heart unholy:
Wretched man! my trust was folly.
Lily white and pretty winking,
Solemn vows, but sorry thinking:
SIREN pleasant! foe to reason,
CUPID plague thee for this treason!
