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4306888Tixall Poetry — To FloraArthur Cliffordunknown author

XXIII.

TO FLORA.

What though faire Flora frownes on mee,Tis but a chance of destinie;The wisest I have heard to say,Tis duske before the breake of day.Why should I curse that houre of night,That brings the day to light?

Each angry looke appeares to me,As witne» of her modesty; And blustering stormes doe but forerunThe luster of a brighter sun;Which, when appeared, I'm full posestHer frownes are but in iest.

I know, faire Flora, in thy breastA killing anger cannot rest;Yet, for my humour I will love,Though thou to me a fury prove:I know thy soule is soe refind,Thou wilt at last prove kind.