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 !