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by Sidney Godolphin | |

Cloris it is not thy disdaine

 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.

by Sidney Godolphin | |

Noe more unto my thoughts appeare

 NOE more unto my thoughts appeare, 
 Att least appeare lesse fayre, 
For crazy tempers justly feare 
 The goodnesse of the ayre; 

Whilst your pure Image hath a place 5 
 In my impurer Mynde, 
Your very shaddow is the glasse 
 Where my defects I finde.
Shall I not fly that brighter light Which makes my fyres looke pale, 10 And put that vertue out of sight Which makes myne none att all? No, no, your picture doeth impart Such valew I not wish The native worth to any heart 15 That 's unadorn'd with this.
Though poorer in desert I make My selfe whilst I admyre, The fuell which from hope I take I give to my desire.
20 If this flame lighted from your Eyes The subject doe calcine, A Heart may bee your sacrifice Too weake to bee your shrine.