Phillis, a herd maid dainty, Who hath no peer for beauty, By Thyrsis was requested To hear the wrongs wherewith his heart was wrested. But she Diana served, And would not hear how love poor lovers sterved. Phillis more white than lilies, More fair than Amaryllis, More cold than crystal fountain, More hard than craggy rock or stony mountain, O tiger fierce and spiteful, Why hatest thou love, sith love is so delightful.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, from an Elizabethan songbook [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "Phillis", published 1898 [satb chorus a cappella], from Eight Four-part Songs, no. 1. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Robin Doveton
This text was added to the website: 2015-04-21
Line count: 12
Word count: 73