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Magdalene College - Pepys
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Strephon and Cloris,
OR,
The Coy Shepherd and Kind Shepherdess
He's fearful that his Flocks should go astray
And from her kind embraces would away,
But she with loving charms doth him so fetter
That for to stay he finds it much the better:
When flock & herds , & all concerns do fail,
Love must be satisfi'd, and will prevail.
To a pleasant New P lay-house Tune, Or, Love will find out the way
This may be Printed, R. P
Behold dread Cupid , with his Golden Dart,
A nd bended Bow, doth pierce each Shepherds heart
Witness here Strephon yields to Loves Essays,
His Head being Crown'd with never fading Bays.

A H, Cloris awake,
it is all abroad day,
If you sleep any longer,
our Flocks they will stray:
Lye still my dear Shepherd,
and do not rise yet,
For it is a cold windy morning,
and besides it is wet.

My Cloris make haste;
for it is no such thing
Our time we do waste,
for the Lark is on Wing:
Besides I do fancy
I hear the young Lambs,
Cry ba, ba, ba, ba,
for the loss of their Dams.

M Y Shepherd I come,
though I'm all over sorrow
But I swear i'le not love you,
if you rise so to morrow;
For methinks it's unkind,
thus early to rise,
And not bid me good morrow,
brings tears from my eyes.

O hark my dear Cloris ,
before thou shalt weep,
I'le stay to embrace thee,
neglecting my sleep:
My Flocks they may wander
one hour two, or three,
But if I loose thy favour,
I ruin'd shall be.

I joy my dear Shepherd,
to hear thee say so,
It eases my heart of
much Sorrow and woe:
And for thy reward
I will give thee a kiss,
And then thou shalt taste
of a true Lovers bliss.

But Cloris behold how
bright Pheebus his beams,
Invites us to go
to the murmuring streams:
I hear the brave Huntsman
doth follow the cry,
And makes the Woods ring,
yet how sluggish am I.

The Hounds and the Huntsman
may follow the Chase,
Whilst we enjoy pleasure
in a far better place:
Thou know'st my dear shepherd,
there is no delight,
Like Lovers enjoyment
from morning till night.

Alas my dear Cloris ,
what dost thou require,
The care of my Flocks
doth abate my desire
The Lambs are new, Yeaned
and tender for prey
And I fear the slye Woolf
she should bear them away.

My love do not fear it,
the Woolf he is Fled,
To take up his Lodging
in his Mossy Bed;
Then let me embrace thee,
whilst we do agree,
And I promise to go,
thou shalt after be free.

Ah! Cloris , thy words
are so powerful to me,
That I could be willing
to tarry with thee;
Therefore to content thee,
one hour I will stay,
But I vow by God C upid
I will then go away.

Now I have my wishes,
dear Shepherd we'l part,
Although thou dost carry
away my poor heart;
I bless the great Gods
that to Lovers are kind,
To bring us together,
such bliss for to find.

Then farewell dear Cloris ,
till I see thee again,
For now I will haste to
my Flocks on the Plain;
Where I shall record
thy true Love in such Rhimes,
For Shepherds to admire
in succeeding times.


Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street.

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