Cloris

Cloris, may I unhappy prove
when ever I doe leave to love
or if my love be e're remov'd
then Cloris let me not be lov':
I nothing more can imprecate
but if ther be a harder fate,
Cloris when I to love give ore
then may I never love thee more,

fayre shadow stay, may I forever see
thy beawty sever'd from thy cruelty,
as in this dreame, doe not soe soone destroy
soe deare to me, to you soe cheape a Joye.
see my thoughts now impute noe more to me
my past complaints and infelicity,
as if those weedes, fruites of my nature were
and that in me nothing can grow but care;
wittnesse with mee my yet diffused hart
which your kind Image doeth not quite depart,
that your fayre eyes doe noe wher els dispense
on matter more prepard their influence:
your will hath planted all the greefe I know
neglect alone, would not soe farr undoe,
selfe Flattery would still produce content
if you weare but soe kind, as to consent
though not to favour, my whole life had been
though without harvest, a perpetuall spring
if you had pleasd, all nature hath been spent
and a new vigor hath been often sent
from the returning heavens, whilst my sunn
A voluntary distant course doeth Runn:
see how already, your kind Image flyes
my thoughts, and in your scorne, your beawty dyes.
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