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Parting.
[1]
Such was the sorrow Cloris feltat her Amintors parting,
her heart the pain (aboad) so deal't
(perhaps to ease the smarting)
I saw what she essay'd to hide
(rays'd by her griefs devouring)
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Twixt Pinks and Lillies powring.
2
Whilst Love (at fall of ev'ry tear,Weary perhaps with playing)
Sat to refresh, and bath him there,
His pointed wings displaying.
But soon the stream her fayre hand dries,
When straight you might espie him
Into the sun shine of her eyes,
Pearcht up to prune and dry him.
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