To his Chloris at Parting.
[I]
Fain would I Chloris whom my heart adores,
Longer a while between thine arms remain;
But loe, the jealous morn her Rosie dores
To spight me ope's, and brings the day again.
Farewell, farewell, Chloris, 'tis time I dy'd,
The night departs, yet still my woes abide.
II
Hence saucy flearing Candle of the Skies,
Let us alone we, have no need of thee:
Our eyes are ever day, where Chloris eyes
Shine, that a pair of brighter Tapers bee,
Farewell, farewell, &c.
III
O night! whose sable vaile was wont to be
More friend to Lovers, than the noisefull day:
Wherefore, O wherefore do'st thou fly from me,
And carry with thee all my joys away?
Farewell, farewell, &c.
