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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31552	Thealma and Clearchus a pastoral history, in smooth and easie verse / written long since, by John Chalkhill, Esq., an acquaintant and friend of Edward Spencer.	Chalkhill, John, fl. 1600.; Walton, Izaak, 1593-1683.; Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688.	1683 (1683)	Wing C1794; ESTC R20264	52,589	176

And now he knew 't was she whom he so long Had sought for now he thinks upon the wrong His rash mistruct had done her 't was her will What e're he thought of her to love him still Nor could th' Arcadian Crown tempt her to bread Her promise with Anaxus Now to seek For an excuse to gild o're this offence Yet this did somewhat chear him two hours thence He was enjoyn'd to come unto a Bower That over-look'd the Wall and at his hour Anaxus came there she had often spent One hour or two each day alone to vent Her private griefs she came the sooner then To meet Anaxus and to talk agen With him whom yet her fears mis-gave her might Be some disguised Cheat at the first sight She frown'd upon him and with angry look A Title that but ill became the Book Wherein her milder thoughts were writ Are you Said she Anaxus these loose lines do show Rather you are some counterfeit set on By some to tempt my honour here are none That love the world so well to sell her Fame Or violate her yet unspotted Name To meet a Kings Embraces tho a Crown And that the richest Fortune can stake down Should be the hire I tell thee sawcy Swain Whoever sent thee I so much disdain To yield to what these looser lines import That rather than I will be drawn to Court To be Alexis Whore nay or his Wife I have a thousand ways to let out life But why do'st thou abuse Anaxus so To make him Pander to my overthrow Know'st thou the man thou wrong'st uncivil Swain Thou hast my Answer carry back disdain With that she was about to fling away When he recall'd her loth to go away What e're she seem'd before sh 'had turn'd about He pull'd off his false Hair and cur'd her doubt My dearest Florimel said he and wept My sweet Clarinda and hath Heaven kept Thee yet alive to recompence my love My yet unchang'd affection that can move But in one Sphere in thee and thee alone Forgive me my Clarinda what is done Was but to try thee and when thou shalt know The reason why I did so and what woe My love to thee hath made me willingly To undergo thou wilt confess that I Deserve Clarinda's love poor Florimel Would fain have sooner answer'd but tears fell In such abundance that her words were drown'd Ev'n in their birth at length her passions found Some little vent to breath out this reply O my Anaxus if it be no sin To call you mine methinks I now begin To breath new life for I am but your creature Sorrow had kill'd what I receiv'd fromn nature Before I see you tho this piece of Clay My body seem'd to move until this day It did not truly live my Heart you had And that you pleas'd to have it I was glad Yet till you brought it hime the life I led If it were any was but nourished By th' warmth I had from yours which I still cherish'd With some faint hopes or else I quite had perish'd But time steals on and I have much to say Take it in brief for I 'd be loth my stay Above my usual hour should breed suspect In my chaste Sisterhood bless'd pow'rs direct Me what to do my soul 's in such a strait And labyrinth of doubts and fears that wait Upon my weakness that I know no way How to wade out to morrow is the day Th' unwelcom day when I must to the Court For what intent I know not to be short I would not go nor dare I here to stay The King so wills it yet should I obey It might perhaps undo me besides this My Father so commands it and it is A well-becoming duty in a child To stoop unto his will yet to be stil'd For doing what he bids me a loose Dame And cause report to question my chaste Fame 'T were better disobey a Father's will Binds like a law in goodness not in ill I hope I sin not that so ill conceive Of th' end I 'm sent for and can I believe That honor 's aim'd at in 't Court-Favors shine Seldom on mean ones but for some design Are not these fears to startle weak-built Women A Virgin Child of Virtue should she summon Her best and stout'st resolves with that in tears And sighs she speaks the remnant of her fears And sinks beneath their weight Anaxus soon Caught hold of her so that she fell not down And shaking of her pluck'd her to the Grate And with a Kiss reviv'd her 't was now late The Cloyster Bell had summon'd all to bed And she was missing little more she said Save help me my Anaxus keep the Jewel My love once gave thee swift time was so cruel He could not answer for her Virgin Train Flock'd to the Lodg and she must back again She had enjoyn'd him silence and to speak Anaxus durst not tho his heart should break As it was more than full of care and grief For his Clarinda thirsting for relief And in his looks one might have read his mind How apt it was t' afford it still sh'enjoyn'd Him not to speak such was her wary fears To be discovered kisses mix'd with tears Was their best Oratory then they part Yet turn agen t' exchange each others heart Something was still forgot it is loves use In what chaste thoughts forbid to find excuse Her Virgins knock in vain she wipes her eyes To hide her passions that still higher rise She whispers in his ear think on to morrow They faintly bid farewel both full of sorrow The window shuts and with a fained cheer Clarinda wends unto her Cloyster where A while we 'l leave her to discourse with fear Pensive Anaxus to the next Town hies To seek a lodging rather to advise And counsel with himself what way he might Plot Florimel's escape 't was late at night And all were drown'd in sleep save restless lovers At length as chance would have it he discovers A glim'ring light tow'rd it he makes and knocks And with fair language open picks the Locks He enters and is welcom by his Host Where we will leave him and return again Unto th' Arcadian Court to sing a strain Of short-liv'd Joy soon sowr'd by such a sorrow As will drink all our tears and I would borrow Some time to think on 't 't will come at the last Sorrows we dream not on have sowrest taste Cleon and Rhotus as you heard of late Were travelling to Court when led by Fate They met Thealma who by them had sent A Jewel to the King six days were spent Before they reach'd the Court for Rhotus sake Cleon was nobly welcom'd means they make To do their message to the love-sick King And with Sylvanus found him communing Sometimes he smil'd another while he frown'd Anon his paler cheeks with tears be'en drown'd And ever and anon he calls a Groom And frowning ask'd if Memnon were not come One