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Song: Cloris it is not thy disdain |
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Written by Sidney Godolphin
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| CLORIS, it is not thy disdaine | | | Can ever cover with dispaire | | | Or in cold ashes hide that care | | | Which I have fedd with soe long paine, | | | I may perhaps myne eyes refraine | 5 | | And fruiteless wordes noe more impart, | | | But yet still serve, still serve thee in my hearte. | | | | | What though I spend my haplesse dayes | | | In finding entertainements out, | | | Carelesse of what I goe about, | 10 | | Or seeke my peace in skillfull wayes | | | Applying to my Eyes new rays | | | Of Beauty, and another flame | | | Unto my Heart, my heart is still the same. | | | | | Tis true that I could love noe face | 15 | | Inhabited by cold disdayne, | | | Taking delight in others paine. | | | Thy lookes are full of native grace; | | | Since then by chance scorne there hath place, | | | Tis to be hop't I may remove | 20 | | This scorne one day, one day by Endless Love. |
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