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SONNET 5.
[You Fawnes and Siluans, when my Chloris brings]
You Fawnes and Siluans, when my Chloris bringsHir flocks to water in your pleasant plaines,
Sollicite hir to pitie Corins stings,
The smart whereof for hir he still sustaines.
For she is ruthlesse of my wofull song.
My oaten reede she not delights to heare.
O Chloris, Chloris, Corine thou dost wrong,
Who loues thee better than his owne hart deere.
The flames of Aetna are not halfe so hot,
As is the fire which thy disdaine hath bred.
Ah cruell fates, why do you then besot
Poore Corins soule with loue when loue is fled.
Either cause cruell Chloris to relent,
Or let me die vpon the wound she sent.
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