 Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by David Fetterman Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Lovin' thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine If I look, the boy will lower, and from their orb shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Meek soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then will I praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Edith Fern Southern California, August 26, 2008 Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Lovin' thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orb shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Meek soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then I will praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Joseph Finkberg Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orb shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Meek soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then I will praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Jane Greensmith of JaneGS.com Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orbs shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Meek soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then will I praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orbs shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Meek soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then I will praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orbs shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Make soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then will I praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Laura Wright Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orbs shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Make soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then I will praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Secrets Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orbs shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Make soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then will I praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Read for LibriVox.org by Sergio Baldelli in Rome, August 2008 Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orbs shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Make soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then will I praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love's Wantonness by Thomas Lodge Love guards the roses of thy lips, and flies about them like a bee If I approach, he forward skips, and if I kiss, he stingeth me Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, and sleeps within their pretty shine And if I look, the boy will lower, and from their orbs shoot shafts divine Love works thy heart within his fire, and in my tears doth firm the same And if I tempt, it will retire, and of my plains doth make a game Love let me call her choicest flowers, and pity me, and calm her eye Make soft her heart dissolve her lowers, then will I praise thy deity But if thou do not love, I'll truly serve her in spite of thee And by firm faith deserve her End of poem This recording is in the public domain