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Clora forsaken, thus complains.
Chloris
false love made Clora weep,
And by a river side
Her flock which she was wont to keep,
Neglecting thus she cry'd:
And by a river side
Her flock which she was wont to keep,
Neglecting thus she cry'd:
Is't not Injustice, O ye Gods!
To kindle my desire,
And to leave his at so much ods,
As there's no mutual fire.
To kindle my desire,
And to leave his at so much ods,
As there's no mutual fire.
Poor victory, to peirce a heart
That was a tender one,
But cowardise to spare your dart
From his that was a stone.
That was a tender one,
But cowardise to spare your dart
From his that was a stone.
As she thus mourn'd, the tears that fell
Down from her love-sick eyes,
Did in the water drop and swell,
And into bubbles rise.
Down from her love-sick eyes,
Did in the water drop and swell,
And into bubbles rise.
Yet as I lessen multiply,
But in lesse form appears,
Thus do I languish from mine eye,
And grow new in my tears.
But in lesse form appears,
Thus do I languish from mine eye,
And grow new in my tears.
Wherein her bloubard face appears,
Now out alas, said she,
How do I melt away in tears
For him that loves not me.
Now out alas, said she,
How do I melt away in tears
For him that loves not me.
Break not that Christall, circles me
Sweet streams by your fair side,
My love perhaps may walking be,
And I may be espi'd.
Sweet streams by your fair side,
My love perhaps may walking be,
And I may be espi'd.
And thus in little drawn and drest
In sad tears attire,
May force such passions from his brest,
Shall equall my desire.
In sad tears attire,
May force such passions from his brest,
Shall equall my desire.
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