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<DATE>2008-03-07</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080213.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>Strephon and Cloris: OR, The Coy Shepherd and Kind Shepherde&s;s.</HEAD>
<LG>
<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 loving Charms doth him &s;o fetter,</L>
<L>That for to &s;tay he finds it much the better:</L>
<L>When Flocks &amp; Herds, &amp; all concerns do fail,</L>
<L>Love mu&s;t be &s;atisfied, and will prevail.</L>
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<P>To a plea&s;ant New Play-hou&s;e Tune; Or, <HI>Love will find out the way.</HI></P>
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<LG>
<L>Behold dread <HI>Cupid,</HI> with his Golden Dart,</L>
<L>And bended Bow, doth pierce each Shepherds heart;</L>
<L>Witne&s;s here <HI>Strephon</HI> yields to Loves E&s;&s;ays,</L>
<L>His Head being Crown'd with never-&s;ading Bays.</L>
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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;tray:</L>
<L>Eye &s;till my dear Shepherd,</L>
<L>and do not ri&s;e yet,</L>
<L>For it is a cold Windy morning,</L>
<L>and be&s;ides tis 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 Damms.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My Shepherds come,</L>
<L>though I'm all over &s;orrow</L>
<L>But I &s;wear i'le not love you</L>
<L>if you ri&s;e &s;o to morrow:</L>
<L>For methinks it's unkind,</L>
<L>thus early to ri&s;e,</L>
<L>and not bid me good morrow,</L>
<L>bring 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 &s;leep:</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>
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<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 &s;orrow and woe:</L>
<L>And &s;ay thy reward</L>
<L>I will give thee a Ki&s;s,</L>
<L>And then thau &s;halt ta&s;te</L>
<L>of a true Lovers 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 &s;treams:</L>
<L>I bear the brave Nunt&s;man</L>
<L>doth follow the cry,</L>
<L>And makes the woods ring,</L>
<L>yet how &s;luggi&s;h am I.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Hounds and the Hunt&s;man</L>
<L>may follow the Cha&s;e,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t me enjoy plea&s;ure</L>
<L>in a far better place:</L>
<L>Thou know'&s;t my dear &s;hepherd,</L>
<L>there is no delight,</L>
<L>Like Lovers Enjoyment,</L>
<L>from morning till night.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Alas my dear <HI>Cloris,</HI></L>
<L>what va&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 Pray,</L>
<L>And I fear the eye woolf</L>
<L>&s;he &s;hould bear them away.</L>
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<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 embrace thee,</L>
<L>whil&s;t me do agree,</L>
<L>And I promi&s;e to go.</L>
<L>thou &s;halt after he free.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Ah <HI>Cloris</HI>! Thy words</L>
<L>are &s;o powerful with 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'l 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 &s;hall 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>Printed for I. Clarke at the Hor&s;hooe, in We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</P>
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