Gray are love's gentle eyes

Gray are Love's gentle eyes

And in them stay

Sweet thoughts and wise:

This sure no one denies,

For Phyllis' eyes are gray.

Red is Love's mouth, as though

On roses fed:

This do I know,

Since Phyllis' lips do show

A like sweet damask-red.

Brown is Love's hair, and bright,

And soft as down,

And curling light

Around a forehead white,

And Phyllis' hair is brown.

Sweet is true Love, but shy

As a young dove

Just taught to fly

All this right well know I,

For Phyllis is my Love!