A New collections of songs and poems by Thomas D'Urfey ...
D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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A Song to Cloris.

NO silly Cloris tell me no such
stories, true gen'rous Love can never
undoe ye, when I desert ye, let affected
vertue charm e-ve-ry Fop that now does
pursue ye; search all humane Nature,
try every Creature, Ransack all Com∣plections,
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every face and feature; and
when e're I dye you'l too late descry,
none ever yet did love so well as I.
Curse on Ambition,
What a blest Condition
Lovers were in, not aw'd by that Daemon,
Then cruell Cloris,
Careless of vain Glories,
Would reap more Bliss than pride e're could dream on;
We should have no dying,
No faint denying,
Sighings or repulses when the soul is flying.
Mammons triffling toys
She would then despise,
And own our Love the center of her joys.