Not that thy Fair Hand
Should lead me from my deep Dispaire,
Or thy Love, _Cloris_, End my Care,
And back my Steps command:
But if hereafter thou Retire,
To quench with Tears, thy Wandring Fire,
This Clue I'll leave behinde,
By which thou maist untwine
The Saddest Way,
To shun the Day,
That ever Grief did find.