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<HEAD>Strephon and Cloris: OR, THE Coy Shepherd and kind Shepherde&s;s.</HEAD>
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<L>He's fearful that his Flocks &s;hould go a&s;tray,</L>
<L>And from her kind embraces would away;</L>
<L>But &s;he with charms doth him &s;o &s;etter,</L>
<L>That for to &s;tay he finds it is the better:</L>
<L>When Flocks, and Herds, and concerns do fail,</L>
<L>Love must be &s;atisfied, and will prevail.</L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Love will find out the way.</HI></OPENER>
<P>This may be printed, <HI>R. P.</HI></P>
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<LG>
<L>AH! <HI>Cloris</HI> awake,</L>
<L>it is all abroad day,</L>
<L>If you &s;leep any longer</L>
<L>our Flocks they will &s;tay;</L>
<L>Lye &s;till, my dear Shepherd,</L>
<L>and do not ri&s;e yet,</L>
<L>For 'tis a cold windy Morning,</L>
<L>and be&s;ides it is wet.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My <HI>Cloris</HI> make ha&s;te,</L>
<L>for it is no &s;uch thing,</L>
<L>Our time we do wa&s;te,</L>
<L>for the Lark is on wing;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides I do fancy</L>
<L>I hear the young Lambs,</L>
<L>Cry, Ba, ba, ba, ba,</L>
<L>for the lo&s;s of their Dams.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>My Shepherd I come</L>
<L>though i'm all over Sorrow;</L>
<L>But I &s;wear I'll not love you,</L>
<L>if you ri&s;e &s;o-to Morrow;</L>
<L>For methinks 'tis unkind,</L>
<L>thus early to ri&s;e,</L>
<L>And not bid me good-morrow,</L>
<L>brings tears from my eyes.</L>
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<LG>
<L>O! hark, my dear <HI>Cloris,</HI></L>
<L>before thou &s;halt Weep,</L>
<L>I'll &s;tay to embrace thee,</L>
<L>neglecting my Sheep:</L>
<L>My Flocks they may wonder</L>
<L>one hour, two, or three,</L>
<L>But if I loo&s;e thy Favour,</L>
<L>I ruin'd &s;hall be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I joy, my dear Shepherd,</L>
<L>to hear thee &s;ay &s;o,</L>
<L>It ca&s;es my heart of</L>
<L>much Sorrow and woe;</L>
<L>And for thy reward</L>
<L>I will give thee a ki&s;s</L>
<L>And then thou &s;halt ta&s;te</L>
<L>of a true Lover's bli&s;s.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But, <HI>Cloris</HI> behold how</L>
<L>bright <HI>Phoebus</HI> his Beams,</L>
<L>Invites us to go</L>
<L>to the murmuring Streams?</L>
<L>I hear the brave Hunt&s;men</L>
<L>doth follow the Cry,</L>
<L>And makes the Woods ring,</L>
<L>yet how Stuggi&s;h am I.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Hounds and the Hunt&s;men,</L>
<L>may follow the Cha&s;e,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we enjoy plea&s;ure</L>
<L>in a far better place:</L>
<L>Thou know&s;t, my dear Shepherd,</L>
<L>there is no Delight.</L>
<L>Like Lovers enjoyment</L>
<L>from Morning till Night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas! my dear <HI>Cloris,</HI></L>
<L>what do&s;t thou require,</L>
<L>The care of my Flocks</L>
<L>doth abate my de&s;ire;</L>
<L>The Lambs are new yeaned,</L>
<L>and tender for Prey</L>
<L>And I fear the five Woolf</L>
<L>he &s;hould bear them away?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Love, do not fear it,</L>
<L>the Woolf he is fled,</L>
<L>To take up his Lodging</L>
<L>in his mo&s;&s;y-bed;</L>
<L>Then let me imbrace thee,</L>
<L>whil&s;t we do agree,</L>
<L>And I do promi&s;e to go,</L>
<L>thou &s;halt after be free.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Ah! <HI>Cloris,</HI> thy words</L>
<L>are &s;o powerful to me,</L>
<L>That I could be willing</L>
<L>to tarry with thee;</L>
<L>Therefore to content thee,</L>
<L>one hour I will &s;tay,</L>
<L>But I vow, by God <HI>Cupid,</HI></L>
<L>I will then go away,</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now I have my Wi&s;hes,</L>
<L>dear Shepherd, we'll part,</L>
<L>Although thou do&s;t carry</L>
<L>away my Poor heart:</L>
<L>I ble&s;s the great Gods</L>
<L>that to Lovers are kind,</L>
<L>To bring us together,</L>
<L>&s;uch bli&s;s for to find.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then farewel, dear <HI>Cloris,</HI></L>
<L>till I &s;ee thee again,</L>
<L>For now I will ha&s;te to</L>
<L>my Flocks on the Plain;</L>
<L>Where I will record</L>
<L>thy true Love in &s;uch Rhimes</L>
<L>For Shepherds to admire</L>
<L>in &s;ucceeding times.</L>
</LG>
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<P>London: <HI>Printed for</HI> J. Deacon, at the Angel in <HI>Guil&s;pur-&s;treet.</HI></P>
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