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Tixall Poetry.
Waite on her hourly, wheresoere she flies,
And cry, Amintas in her absence dies.
And cry, Amintas in her absence dies.
Goe search the vallies, plucke up every rose,
Youle find a simpathy of her in those;
Goe fish for pearle and corrall, you shall see
How orientall all her coullars be:
Then call an echo to your aid, and cry,
Cloris, Cloris, it is for thee I die.
Youle find a simpathy of her in those;
Goe fish for pearle and corrall, you shall see
How orientall all her coullars be:
Then call an echo to your aid, and cry,
Cloris, Cloris, it is for thee I die.
Yet stay, I thinke I have informed you ill,
Were she on earth, she had been with me still;
Fly, fly to heaven, examin every spheare,
And see what stairs are lately fixed there:
If any brighter then the sun you see,
Fall downe and worship it, for that is shee.
Were she on earth, she had been with me still;
Fly, fly to heaven, examin every spheare,
And see what stairs are lately fixed there:
If any brighter then the sun you see,
Fall downe and worship it, for that is shee.
