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SONG IV.
[Chloris forbear a While]
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Chloris forbear a While,Do not o're joy me,
Vrge not another Smile
Lest it Destroy me.
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And is Best taking
Which soon is Woon, soon lost
Kind, yet forsaking.
I Love a Coming Lady faith! I do!
But now and then, I'de have her scornful too.
2
Ore cloud those Eyes of thine,Bo-peepe thy Features
Warme with an April shine,
Scorch not thy Creatures:
Still to display thy Ware
Still to be fooling,
Argues how rude you are
In Cupides Schooling
Disdain begets a Suit, Scorn draws us nigh,
'Tis cause I would, and cannot, makes me Try.
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Fayrest, I'de have the: Wise,When Gallants view thee.
And Court, do thou despise;
Flye, they'l persue thee,
Fasts move an Appetite,
Make Hunger greater
Who's stinted of Delight,
Fall's to't the better.
Be Kind and Coy by turns, be calme & rough!
And buckle now and then, and that's enough.
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