Thealma and Clearchus A Pastoral History, In smooth and easie Verse. Written long since, By John Chalkhill |
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Fly hence Despair, and Hearts-benumming fears,Presume no more to fright
Me from my quiet rest:
My budding hopes have wip'd away my tears,
And fill'd me with delight,
To cure my wounded breast.
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Mount up sad thoughts, that whilom humbly straidUpon the lowly plain,
And fed on nought but grief.
My angry fate with me is well appaid,
And smiles on me again,
To give my heart relief.
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Rejoice, poor heart, forget those wounding woesThat rob'd thee of thy peace,
And drown'd thee in despair,
Still thy strong passions with a sweet repose,
To give my soul some ease,
And rid me of my care.
My thoughts presage by Fortunes frown,
I shall climb up unto a Crown.
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