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A Pot of Flowers presented to Chloris.
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A Pot of Flowers presented to Chloris.
[I]
See Chloris, see, how Nature bringsAll what she owes to thee that springs;
These Roses from your Cheeks did grow,
Those Lillies from your Bosomes snow;
This various Tulip from your Eyes,
From whence it bears so rich a prize.
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Those purple streams in Azure set,Gave being to this Violet;
These sprigs of Bayes we ne'r did see
Till you taught Shepherds Poetrie:
And all these flowers of purest red
Sprung up where once your finger bled.
III
These Pansyes which so low do creep,Grew up one Night where you did sleep;
So did these Poppyes, and from thence
They have their sleepy influence;
And all their leaves became thus green
In hope by you they should be seen.
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And here I bring them in an UrnOf water, which themselves did mourn,
Fearing to wyther and grow drye
By too much Sun-shine of your Eye;
For if your Beams the World inflame,
Poor things, they needs must feel the same.
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