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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Chloris

Sonnet V. You Fauns and Silvans, when my Chloris brings

William Smith (fl. 1596)

YOU Fauns and Silvans, when my CHLORIS brings

Her flocks to water in your pleasant plains,

Solicit her to pity CORIN’s stings!

The smart whereof, for her, he still sustains.

For she is ruthless of my woeful song.

My oaten reed she not delights to hear.

O CHLORIS! CHLORIS! CORIN thou dost wrong;

Who loves thee better than his own heart dear.

The flames of Etna are not half so hot

As is the fire which thy disdain hath bred.

Ah, cruel Fates! why do you then besot

Poor CORIN’s soul with love? when love is fled!

Either cause cruel CHLORIS to relent,

Or let me die upon the wound she sent!