XXXII.
To Cloris.
Take heed, faire Cloris, how you tame,
By your disdaine, Amintas' flame;
A noble hart, if once deni'd,
Swels unto such a height of pride,
Twill rather burst, then daigne to be
A worshipper of cruelty.
By your disdaine, Amintas' flame;
A noble hart, if once deni'd,
Swels unto such a height of pride,
Twill rather burst, then daigne to be
A worshipper of cruelty.
You may use comon lovers soe;
My sighs at last to stormes will grow,
And cast such scorne upon your pride,
Twill blast all it ere diefied.
You are not faire if love you lacke,
Ingratitude makes all things blacke.
My sighs at last to stormes will grow,
And cast such scorne upon your pride,
Twill blast all it ere diefied.
You are not faire if love you lacke,
Ingratitude makes all things blacke.
O doe not for a flocke of sheepe,
Or golden showers, when, as you sleepe,
For all those dreames ambition tels,
Forsake the place where honor dwels;
In Damons palace youll nere shine
Soe bright, as in these armes of mine.
Or golden showers, when, as you sleepe,
For all those dreames ambition tels,
Forsake the place where honor dwels;
In Damons palace youll nere shine
Soe bright, as in these armes of mine.