Flora's lamentable passion, / Crown'd with unspeakable Joy and Comfort. / Flora she did sore lament, / her Spirit did decay; / Strephon fill'd her with content, / and cast all Grief away.
Flora's lamentable passion, / Crown'd with unspeakable Joy and Comfort. / Flora she did sore lament, / her Spirit did decay; / Strephon fill'd her with content, / and cast all Grief away.
Tune Imprint
To the Tune of, Tender hearts of London City.
First Lines
FLoras in her Grove she lyed, / Sighing panting thus she cryed,