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From Select Ayres, printed for J. Playford,
1669.

HUE AND CRY AFTER CHLORIS.

I.

TELL me, ye wand'ring fpirits of the air,
Did
you not see a nymph more bright, more fair
Than beauty's darling, or of looks more sweet
Than ftol'n content? If such a one ye meet,
Wait on her hourly, wherefoe'er she flies,
And cry, and cry, Amyntor for her abfence dies.

II.

Go fearch the valleys, pluck up ev'ry rofe,
You'll find a fcent, a blush of her in those.
Fish, fish for pearl or coral, there you'll fee
How oriental all her colours be.

Go call the echoes to your aid, and cry,

Chloris, Chloris, for that's her name for whom I die.

III.

But ftay awhile, I have inform'd you ill,

Were the on earth, she had been with me ftill;

Go, fly to heav'n, examine ev'ry sphere,

And try what ftar hath lately lighted there.

If any brighter than the fun you see,

Fall down, fall down, and worship it, for that is she!

DR. KING.

THE SURRENDER.

My

y once dear love, hapless that I no more Muft call thee so, the rich affection's store

That fed on hopes, lies now exhaust and spent,
Like fums of treasure unto bankrupts lent.
We that did nothing ftudy, but the way
To love each other, with which thoughts the day
Rofe with delight to us, and with them fet,
Muft learn the hateful art, how to forget.
We that did nothing wish that Heav'n could give,
Beyond ourselves, nor did defire to live
Beyond that wish; all these now cancel must,
As if not writ in faith, but words, and dust.
Yet witness those clear vows that lovers make;
Witness the chafte defires that never brake
Into unruly hearts; witness that breast
Which in thy bofom anchor'd his whole rest;
'Tis no default in us, I dare acquit

Thy maiden faith, thy purpose fair and white
As thy pure felf; crofs planets did envy
Us to each other, and Heav'n did untie
Fafter than vows could bind— -

like turtle doves

Diflodged from their haunts, we must in tears
Unwind a love, knit up in many years;
In this laft kifs I here furrender thee
Back to thyfelf; fo thou again art free.
Thou, in another, fad as that, re-fend
The trueft heart that lover e'er did lend.
Now torn from each, so fare our fever'd hearts
As the divorc'd foul from her body parts.

From a collection entitled "WIT RESTORED." Edit. 1658. Duod.

PHILLIDA FLOUTS ME.

OH! what a pain is love;

How fhall I bear it?

She will unconftant prove,
I greatly fear it.

She fo torments my mind,

That my ftrength faileth, And wavers with the wind,

As a fhip that faileth; Please her the best I

may,

She looks another way;

Alack and well-a-day!

Phillida flouts me!

All the fair yesterday
She did pass by me;
She look'd another way,
And would not spy me.
I woo'd her for to dine,
But could not get her.
WILL had her to the wine;
He might entreat her.

With DANIEL fhe did dance,

On me fhe look'd askance, Oh! thrice unhappy chance! Phillida flouts me!

Fair maid! be not so coy,

Do not difdain me;
I am my mother's joy,
Sweet! entertain me!
She'll give me, when the dies,

All that is fitting;
Her poultry, and her bees,

And her geese fitting;

A pair of mattrass beds,
And a bagful of fhreds;

And yet for all this goods

Phillida flouts me!

She hath a clout of mine,

Wrought with good Coventry,

Which the keeps for a fign

Of my fidelity.

But i' faith, if she flinch,

She shall not wear it;

To TIBB, my t'other wench, 1 mean to bear it.

And yet it grieves my heart

So foon from her to part!

Death ftrikes me with his dart! Phillida flouts me!

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