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Tixall Poetry.
To be more happy,
I dare not aspire;
Nor can I fall lower,
Mounting noe higher.
I dare not aspire;
Nor can I fall lower,
Mounting noe higher.
XXXII.
To Cloris.
Take heed, faire Cloris, how you tame,
By your disdaine, Amintas' flame;
A noble hart, if once deni'd,
Swels unto such a height of pride,
Twill rather burst, then daigne to be
A worshipper of cruelty.
By your disdaine, Amintas' flame;
A noble hart, if once deni'd,
Swels unto such a height of pride,
Twill rather burst, then daigne to be
A worshipper of cruelty.
You may use comon lovers soe;
My sighs at last to stormes will grow,
And cast such scorne upon your pride,
Twill blast all it ere diefied.
My sighs at last to stormes will grow,
And cast such scorne upon your pride,
Twill blast all it ere diefied.
