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58. A Song

By Sir John Eaton.

I

Tell me not I my Time mis-spend,
'Tis Time lost to reprove me;
Pursue thou thine, I have my End,
So Chloris only love me;

II

Tell me not other Flocks are full,
Mine poor, let them despise me
Who more abound with Milk and Wool,
So Chloris only prize me.

III

Tire other easier Ears with these
Unappertaining Stories;
He never felt the World's Disease,
Who car'd not for its Glories.

IV

For Pity, thou that wiser art,
Whose Thoughts lye wide of mine;
Let me alone with my own Heart,
And I'll ne'er envy thine.

V

Nor blame him who e'er blames my Wit,
That seeks no higher Prize,
Than in unenvy'd Shades to sit,
And sing of Chloris' Eyes.