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Cloris forbear a while,
do not o'rejoy me,
Urge not another smile
Lest it destroy me
That beauty pleases most,
And is best taking,
Which soon is won, soon lost
Kind, yet forsaking:
I Love a coming Lady faith! I do!
But now and then, I'de have her scornful too.

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II

O're cloud those Eyes of thine,
Bo-peepe thy Features,
Warm with an April shine,
Scortch not thy Creatures,
Still to display thy ware,
Still to be fooling,
Argues how rude you are,
In Cupids Schooling,
Disdains begets a suit, scorn draws us nigh,
'Tis 'Cause I would, and cannot, make me try.

III

Fairst, I'de have thee Wise,
When Gallants view thee,
And Court, do thou dispise;
Fast moves an Appetite;
Fly, they'l persue thee;
Fast moves an Appetite,
Makes hunger greater,
Who's stinted of Delights,
Falls to't the better,
Be kind and Coy by turns, be smooth & rough!
And buckle now and then, and that's enough.