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The Protestation.
Before bright Phœbus had his beams display'd,
Whilst yet Aurora usher'd in the Day,
The prat'ling Eccho to my ears betray'd,
As I among the trees in ambush lay,
The amorous whispers of Amintas, who
With protestation did his Cloris wooe.
Whilst yet Aurora usher'd in the Day,
The prat'ling Eccho to my ears betray'd,
As I among the trees in ambush lay,
The amorous whispers of Amintas, who
With protestation did his Cloris wooe.
What went before I cannot tell, but she
Reply'd to something that Amintas say'd,
The murm'ring Eccho by the Air to me
These gentle sounds in whispering notes convey'd.
Alas! Amintas would that you could prove
To my distrustfull Heart that men can love.
Reply'd to something that Amintas say'd,
The murm'ring Eccho by the Air to me
These gentle sounds in whispering notes convey'd.
Alas! Amintas would that you could prove
To my distrustfull Heart that men can love.
How oft are wee poor sily maids beguil'd
By charmes of flattering words? when wee beleive
To break their oaths men will not be so vild,
Being so poor a conquest to deceive
Disarmed virgins? when wee them reward
With Love, they'r cold, and us with scorn regard.
By charmes of flattering words? when wee beleive
To break their oaths men will not be so vild,
Being so poor a conquest to deceive
Disarmed virgins? when wee them reward
With Love, they'r cold, and us with scorn regard.
Tis best to keep our own, for when wee yeild
Our Hearts, men supplyants soon forget to be,
And our affections caught, with scorn repell'd
We are subjected to their tyranny:
That maid is more then mad who will be kind,
To men, who waver oftner than the Wind.
Our Hearts, men supplyants soon forget to be,
And our affections caught, with scorn repell'd
We are subjected to their tyranny:
That maid is more then mad who will be kind,
To men, who waver oftner than the Wind.
Blame not our Natures, but your follies blame,
For we should sooner yeild were Men more true,
But since weak virgins to deceive no shame
They think; denialls Cruelty is due.
But yet Amintas would that you could prove
To my distrustfull Heart your constant love.
For we should sooner yeild were Men more true,
But since weak virgins to deceive no shame
They think; denialls Cruelty is due.
But yet Amintas would that you could prove
To my distrustfull Heart your constant love.
Amintas with a sigh reply'd. 'Tis true,
Some men are faulty in what you accuse them,
But let not all be blamed for a few,
Nor Woemen men despise, 'cause some abuse them.
For if I went about it, I could prove,
Men equal Weomen in a constant Love.
Some men are faulty in what you accuse them,
But let not all be blamed for a few,
Nor Woemen men despise, 'cause some abuse them.
For if I went about it, I could prove,
Men equal Weomen in a constant Love.
Our sexe's cause I will not plead; my own
With you, sweet Cloris, will I only plead,
My constant Love must by Obedience shown
Be; else I cann't be truly scann'd till dead:
Constant obedience 'tis doth rightly prove,
A Heart's possessor of a constant Love.
With you, sweet Cloris, will I only plead,
My constant Love must by Obedience shown
Be; else I cann't be truly scann'd till dead:
Constant obedience 'tis doth rightly prove,
A Heart's possessor of a constant Love.
Things that the least of drossy mixture hold,
Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be,
More pure than seven times refined Gold,
Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie
They are. It is the purity of Love
Which best of all its constancy can prove.
Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be,
More pure than seven times refined Gold,
Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie
They are. It is the purity of Love
Which best of all its constancy can prove.
My love like Adamant endure the stroke
Of strong repulses shall; full draughts of smiles,
Nor worlds of beauties, shall my Heart provoke
T' inconstant Change; nor all th' intising guiles
A proffer'd Love can give. The world shall be
First chang'd, e're I yeild to Inconstancie.
Of strong repulses shall; full draughts of smiles,
Nor worlds of beauties, shall my Heart provoke
T' inconstant Change; nor all th' intising guiles
A proffer'd Love can give. The world shall be
First chang'd, e're I yeild to Inconstancie.
The twinkling tapours of the Night shall fall
First from their azure lodging; Hecate
Shall loose her light, and a perpetual
Mask weare of pitch; And Heav'ns bright lamp shall be
With darknesse overcome: Night into Day
Shall change; and cold November into May.
First from their azure lodging; Hecate
Shall loose her light, and a perpetual
Mask weare of pitch; And Heav'ns bright lamp shall be
With darknesse overcome: Night into Day
Shall change; and cold November into May.
The Sun shall backward course the VVorld about,
The fire shall cease combustibles to burn,
Soft gales shall put the flinty Rocks to rout,
And Neptune shall his fry to grasing turn,
Mountaines to Vailes; valleys to Hills shall rise,
Plaines shall be made of Craggs that touch the Skies.
The fire shall cease combustibles to burn,
Soft gales shall put the flinty Rocks to rout,
And Neptune shall his fry to grasing turn,
Mountaines to Vailes; valleys to Hills shall rise,
Plaines shall be made of Craggs that touch the Skies.
All beasts shall Metamorphos'd into stones
Be, and all Mortalls shall their exit prove,
Tormented Souls shall cease to fetch sad groans,
The Heav'ns rent from their center first shall move,
E're I to thee fair Cloris be unkind,
Repent me of my love, or change my mind.
Be, and all Mortalls shall their exit prove,
Tormented Souls shall cease to fetch sad groans,
The Heav'ns rent from their center first shall move,
E're I to thee fair Cloris be unkind,
Repent me of my love, or change my mind.
My Tongue may't faulter, may my lipps ne're move,
If unto other but to thee they shall
Make protestations of a Serious love!
Cloris beleive! I Heav'ns to witnesse call!
The Maid converted joyn'd her lips to his,
Gath'ring the first fruits of a greater bliss.
If unto other but to thee they shall
Make protestations of a Serious love!
Cloris beleive! I Heav'ns to witnesse call!
The Maid converted joyn'd her lips to his,
Gath'ring the first fruits of a greater bliss.
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