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As sad Amintor in a Medow lay
Slumbring upon a bed of new-made Hay,
A Dream, a fatal Dream unlock'd his eyes,
Whereat he wakes, and thus Amintor cryes;
Chloris, where art thou Chloris? Oh! she's fled,
And left Amintor to a loathed Bed.

II

Heark how the Winds conspire with storm and rain
To stop her course, and beat her back again:
Heark how the heavens chide her in her way
For robbing poor Amintor of his joy:
And yet she comes nor. Chloris, O! she's fled,
And left Amintor to a loathed bed.

III

Come Chloris come, see where Amintor lies,
Just as you left him, but with sadder Eyes;
Bring back that heart which thou hast stoln from me
That Lovers may record thy Constancie:
O no she will not. Chloris, O she's fled!
And left Amintor, &c.

IV

O lend me (Love) thy wings that I may flye
Into her bosome, take my leave, and dye:
What comfort have I now ith' world since she
That was my world of joy is gone from me,
My Love, my Chloris: Chloris, O she's fled
And left Amintor to, &c.

V

Awake Amintor from this dream, for she
Hath too much goodnesse to be false to thee:
Think on her Oathes, her Vows, her Sighes, her Tears,
And those will quickly satisfie thy fears.
No no, Amintor, Chloris is not fled,
But will return into thy longing Bed.