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RICHARD FLECKNOE

CHLORIS

'HLORIS! if ere May be done

CHLOR

You but offer to be gone,

Flowers will wither, green will fade,
Nothing fresh nor gay be had.
Farewell pleasure! farewell Spring!
Farewell every sweeter thing!
The Year will pine away and mourn,
And Winter instantly return.

But, if you vouchsafe to stay
Only till the end of May,
Take it upon Flora's word,
Never sweeter Spring was tow'rd,

Never was Favonian wind
More propitiously inclined,

Never was in heaven nor earth
Promised more profuser mirth.

Such sweet force your presence has
To bring a joy to every place;
Such a virtue has your sight,

All are cheer'd and gladded by 't;
Such a freshness as does bring
Along with it perpetual Spring;

Such a gaiety the while,

As makes both heaven and earth to smile.

JOHN BULTEEL

GRANT

SONG

I your eyes are far more bright

Than ever was unclouded light;

And that love in your charming voice
As much of reason finds for choice:
Yet if you hate when I adore,
To do the like I find much more.

A voice would move all but a stone
Without kind love shall find me one;
And eyes the brightest ever shined
On me have power but as they're kind :
You must, to throw down all defence,
As much my reason please as sense.

I clearly know, say what you will,
To read my heart you want the skill;
And of this 'tis a pregnant sign,
Since you see not these truths of mine:
Which if you did, you would despair,
Without you loved, to form one there.

PART II - AUTHORS UNKNOWN

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THE MEAN ESTATE HAPPIEST

IF right be rackt and over-run,

And power take part with open wrong,
If fear by force do yield too soon:
The lack is like to last too long.

If God for goods shall be unplaced,
If right for riches lose his shape,
If world for wisdom be embraced :
The guess is great much hurt may hap.

Among good things, I prove and find,
The quiet life doth most abound:
And sure to the contented mind
There is no riches may be found.

For riches hates to be content;
Rule enemy is to quietness;
Power is most part impatient,
And seldom likes to live in peace.

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