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Reproach me not heretofore,
I only freedome did adore,
And bragg'd that none tho kind and fair,
My loss of heart could er'e repair
Since I most willingly do yield
To Cloris beauty all the feild

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II

With greater joy I now resign,
My freedome then thou yet keep'st thine.
And am resolv'd constant to prove
Though thy neglect transcend my love.
Strange charmes they are that make me burn,
VVithout the hope of a return.

III

Thine eyes the greatest heart out braves,
And at once pleases and enslaves,
Thou wouldst not sure else see in them,
An Act which now thou dost Condemn.
Who then shall that assault abide,
When fate doth strike on either side.

IV

Thy Charming voice is much more free,
Then after it thy hearers be.
Nay thy voice is so firm and Clear
That it inspires love through the Ear.
VVho then can hope for a defence,
Since thou hast chrams for every sence.

V

I must confess a while I strove
With reasons to resist my love.
As Saints sometimes 'gainst death do pray,
Though't be to heaven the only way.
'Tis Cloris only hath the skill,
To make me blest against my will.

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VI

Nor will I so much as indure,
To think inconstancy a Cure.
For were I to that sin but bent,
Here would it prove my punishment.
Where to adore I must Confess,
Is better then elswhere success.

VII

To see thee and not be in love
A wonder like thy self would prove.
Thy charmes by vertue and by Art,
Do each of them deserve an Heart,
So that my sorrow is not small,
I have but one to pay them all.