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<DATE>2014-04-04</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B140210.apex.</ITEM>
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<HEAD><HI>FLORA's Departure: OR, <HI>Summers Pride Abated.</HI></HI></HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Cold <HI>Winter</HI> with his Icy looks</HI></L>
<L><HI>bids <HI>Flora</HI> to be gone;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Bath no more in Silver Brooks,</HI></L>
<L><HI>for Fro&s;t is coming on.</HI></L>
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<OPENER><HI>The Tune is, <HI>Young Phaeon:</HI> Or, <HI>Bu&s;ie Fame.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>DAme <HI>Flora</HI> in her rich Array,</L>
<L>to winter now gives room,</L>
<L>Who &s;trips her of her Robes &s;o gay,</L>
<L>that had &s;uch &s;weet Perfume:</L>
<L>He with his Icy Beard comes in,</L>
<L>and looking her upon,</L>
<L>To greet her thus he doth begin,</L>
<L>proud <HI>Flora</HI> now be gone.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But <HI>Flora</HI> loath to leave the Streams,</L>
<L>wherein &s;he took delight,</L>
<L>And hani&s;h'd be from <HI>Cynthia's</HI> Beams,</L>
<L>but &s;lowly took her flight:</L>
<L>Why &s;hould I leave the Plains (quoth &s;he)</L>
<L>that once I made &s;o fine,</L>
<L>And deeked them mo&s;t gorgeou&s;ly,</L>
<L>why do&s;t thou ca&s;t them thine?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why mu&s;t I leave the warbling Notes</L>
<L>of my beloved Quire,</L>
<L>That &s;till would &s;in within the Woods,</L>
<L>what Tune I did de&s;ire?</L>
<L>Oh! &s;tay a while, cold Winter, till</L>
<L>the&s;e plea&s;ures all decline,</L>
<L>And when thy Floods the Rivers fill,</L>
<L>my plea&s;ures i'le re&s;ign.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Go, go, proud <HI>Flora,</HI> po&s;t away,</L>
<L>make ha&s;te and hence begone,</L>
<L>Believe me what I now do &s;ay,</L>
<L>my Floods are coming on:</L>
<L>Long time you raign'd in glory here,</L>
<L>while I lay lurking by,</L>
<L>You in your time did Domineer,</L>
<L>&s;o <HI>Flora</HI> now will I.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Old Winter, prithee &s;tay a while,</L>
<L>be not &s;o har&s;h to me;</L>
<L>For thou &s;houlde&s;t never take place,</L>
<L>while Leaves are on the Tree.</L>
<L>My Company is more e&s;teem'd</L>
<L>ten thou&s;and times then thine,</L>
<L>For they that once to me are wean'd,</L>
<L>will ne'r with thee combine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is this a time to prate to me,</L>
<L>now coming into power?</L>
<L>I'le bla&s;t all that belongs to thee,</L>
<L>and will thy joys devour:</L>
<L>I&punc;le Freeze thy pritty hubling Springs,</L>
<L>that by thee us'd to glide,</L>
<L>And wither all tho&s;e lovely things</L>
<L>that puff'd thee up in Pride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'le take po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion of thy Bowers,</L>
<L>wherein thou did&s;t remain;</L>
<L>And make them &s;wim with floating &s;howers,</L>
<L>and mighty Storms of Rain:</L>
<L>Yea, where thou us&punc;d&s;t to Bath thy &s;elf,</L>
<L>there Rocks of Ice &s;hall be,</L>
<L>Lovers no more &s;hall joy them&s;elves,</L>
<L>beneath the Myrtle Tree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou Fro&s;ty-bearded Winter, I</L>
<L>will tell thee once again,</L>
<L>Thy mighty Floods i'le quickly dry,</L>
<L>and &s;uck up all thy Rain:</L>
<L>I'le thaw the Springs which thou do&s;t freeze</L>
<L>and guild my Plains once more,</L>
<L>I'le cau&s;e fre&s;h Leaves upon the Trees,</L>
<L>then thou wilt me adore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For could&s;t thou once thy will obtain,</L>
<L>thou would&s;t me bani&s;h quite,</L>
<L>The world &s;hould empty be of grain,</L>
<L>&s;uch is thy deadly &s;pight:</L>
<L>No Fruits &s;hould then in <HI>Europe</HI> be,</L>
<L>man's Pallat for to plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Which makes &s;o many envy thee,</L>
<L>for &s;uch like tricks as the&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I know, fair <HI>Flora,</HI> that thou art</L>
<L>belov'd far more then I,</L>
<L>To &s;peak the truth, 'tis thy de&s;ert,</L>
<L>with thee i'le now comply:</L>
<L>Yet mu&s;t thou give me leave a while,</L>
<L>in Power for to remain,</L>
<L>Then thou &s;halt come again and &s;mile,</L>
<L>upon thy flowery Plain.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> J. Deacon, <HI>at the &s;ign of the</HI> Angel <HI>in</HI> Guilt&s;pur-Srreet, <HI>without</HI> Newgate.</P>
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