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AH Chloris wou'd the Fates allow
We still might love as we love now,
The world has no such …oyes in store,
Fancy it self can wish no more.
For nothing sure so sweet can prove,
As pleasures of b…ginning Love.
But Love when to his height arriv'd,
Of all our Joyes is shortest liv'd;
His Morning past he sets so soon,
That none can find his afternoon,
And of that little time is lent,
Half in unkindness is mispent.
Since Face to Love so shore life gives,
And Loves so tender while he lives.
Let us remove mean doubts away,
So to prevent his first decay;
Like Vines, no second wound, Love bears
But weeps away his life in Tears.