To CHLORIS.

CHloris, since you my passion know,
And ev'…y …k my Love …oes …how,
Sin… …est w…ich so …ng did …way,
To your soft … gives …y;
A slave to all the Motions of your Will,
Why would you have me pine and languish still.

I know you cannot love to see
The many pains that torture me,
When at your feet my self I lay,
You always turn your eyes away:
Beauty a softness from its Nature takes,
Which cannot look upon the wounds it makes▪

Nor can your tender breast yet be
From all Arrests of Passion free:
No, 'tis some happier Love, I fear,
Has taken up the Lodgings there▪
While like an importuning Beggar, I
Turn'd out of doors, must thenceforth starve & die