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patience bearing love's captivity,

Themselves unguilty of his wrath alleging;

These homely lines, abjects of poesy,

For liberty and for their ransom pledging,

And being free they solemnly do vow,

Under his banner ever arms to bear

Against those rebels which do disallow

That love of bliss should be the sovereign heir;

And Chloris if these weeping truce-men may

One spark of pity from thine eyes obtain,

In recompense of their sad heavy lay,

Poor Corin shall thy faithful friend remain;

And what I say I ever will approve,

No joy may be comparèd to thy love!