%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> 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. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1671-1671 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/14/2011 30916

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FLoras in her Grove she lyed, Sighing panting thus she cryed, Strephon thou art fled from me; O my Swain I may complain, for thou dost prove unkind I see. I was ever chaste and Loyal, O it is a grevious tryal,
that we should separated be: Cupits Dart, hath piercd my heart, alas my joys are fled from me. Here I sit in grief afflicted, By my love I am rejected, sorrows hath compast me round; Insulting Death, come stop my breath, and let not grief in me abound.
The pretty little Lambs lamented, Seeming to be discontented, Hearing of her make this moan; Quoth she my pain I cant contain, for all my joys are from me flown. He a thousand times hath kist me, And as many times has blest me, calling me his only joy; But now I find he proves unkind, which doth my comforts quite destroy. With sweet language thou didst woe me And with comforts didst indue me, yet thou provedst most false I see; Remember now thy former vow, which thou didst make in secresie, I was never fond and fickle, Down her Cheeks the tears did trickle, and her colour waxed pale, With complaint, her heart did faint, quoth she, I find my spirits fail. Strephons Answer to Floras Complaint. In the midst of all her trouble, Strephon did her joys redouble,
with a sweet oblieging way; He did her greet, quoth he my sweet, my Love is fixt from all decay. Floras I do dearly love thee, I esteem no one above thee, thou shalt have thy hearts delight; Then heres my hand, do thou command and I will serve thee day and night. Though I seemed to be parted, Yet I am more loyal hearted, my Love is linked unto thee; Take hand and heart, wel never part, thou art my life and liberty. Floras I in heart adore thee, I prefer no one before thee, thou hast a sweet oblieging Eye; Ile ner be cruel to my Jewel, but be faithful till I dye. Do not think that I will slight thee, I endeavour to delight thee, nothing shall my love annoy; I will nourish, and will cherish, my sweet Floras, my true joy.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur street without Newgate.