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						Cloris, it is not thy disdaine by Sidney Godolphin 
						
						CLORIS, it is not thy disdaine      Can ever cover with dispaire      Or in cold ashes hide that care    Which I have fedd with soe long paine,    I may perhaps myne eyes refraine          5  And fruiteless wordes noe more impart,    But yet still serve, still serve thee in my hearte.        What though I spend my haplesse dayes      In finding entertainements out,      Carelesse of what I goe about,   10  Or seeke my peace in skillfull wayes    Applying to my Eyes new rays    Of Beauty, and another flame    Unto my Heart, my heart is still the same.        Tis true that I could love noe face   15    Inhabited by cold disdayne,      Taking delight in others paine.    Thy lookes are full of native grace;    Since then by chance scorne there hath place,    Tis to be hop't I may remove   20  This scorne one day, one day by Endless Love. 						 
						
						
						
						
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