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Chloris Complaint.
Doe not the Planets (howsoereThey wander) still retain a proper sphere?
And seasons serve the year to bless,
Although the Storms and Tempests are no less?
Seem not becalmed Seas more fair,
Than if th' had never been irregular?
And shall fond Man alone be said,
To be of all things else unpacifi'd?
Lions to Lions kinde, and Bears
Friendly to such; so Wolves partake o'th' fears
With their pursued kin; The fell-
Est Tyger can with her associate dwell:
And yet (as if unhuman'd) we
By no means with each other can agree;
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From Natures mandate) all our Passion's hate,
And where a Mischief may befall,
All Disposition's turn'd to Prodigall,
Nor is there for Compassion
Left any room (now t's out of fashion,)
Befriend me wind, I'll try the wave,
Though some ther be must sink, yet som 'tmay save,
My Kalendar yet marks out spring,
Dis-gust may shake, not blast the Blossoming.
And therefore as I roav'd astray,
'Tis reconciling Truth points now the way,
In which I would be thought as farr
From variation, as the fixedst Starr;
But with a constant shining thence,
Serve King and Countrey by my Influence.
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