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Tixall Poetry/To Cloris

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4306898Tixall PoetryTo ClorisArthur Cliffordunknown author

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 beA 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. You are not faire if love you lacke,Ingratitude makes all things blacke.
O doe not for a flocke of sheepe,Or golden showers, when, as you sleepe,For all those dreames ambition tels,Forsake the place where honor dwels;In Damons palace youll nere shineSoe bright, as in these armes of mine.