AH, Chloris, since it may not be,
That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.
Altho I love my Chloris mair
Than ever tongue could tell;
My passion I will neer declare
Ill say, I wish thee well.
Tho a my daily care thou art,
And a my nightly dream,
Ill hide the struggle in my heart,
And say it is esteem.
