Tell Me You Wandering Spirits

Tell me you wandering Spirits of the Ayre,
Did not you see a Nymph more bright, more faire
Than beauties darling, or of parts more sweet
Than stolne content; if such a one you meet,
Wait on her hourely, wheresoe'er she flies,
And cry, and cry, Amintas for her absence dies.

Go search the Vallies, pluck up every Rose,
You'll finde a scent, a blush of her in those:
Fish, fish, for Pearle, or Corrall, there you'll see
How orientall all her Colours be;
Go call the Echoes to your ayde, and cry,
Cloris, Cloris , for that's her name for whom I die.

But stay a while, I have inform'd you ill,
Were she on earth, she had been with me still:
Go fly to Heaven, examine every Sphere,
And try what Star hath lately lighted there;
If any brighter than the Sun you see,
Fall downe, fall downe, and worship it, for that is shee.
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