| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| Sidney Godolphin |
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40. Song
To the tune of, In fayth I cannot keepe my fathers sheepe |
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| CLORIS, it is not thy disdaine | |
| Can ever cover with dispaire | |
| Or in cold ashes hide that care | |
| Which I have fedd with soe long paine, | |
| I may perhaps myne eyes refraine | 5 |
| And fruiteless wordes noe more impart, | |
| But yet still serve, still serve thee in my hearte. | |
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| What though I spend my haplesse dayes | |
| In finding entertainements out, | |
| Carelesse of what I goe about, | 10 |
| Or seeke my peace in skillfull wayes | |
| Applying to my Eyes new rays | |
| Of Beauty, and another flame | |
| Unto my Heart, my heart is still the same. | |
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| Tis true that I could love noe face | 15 |
| Inhabited by cold disdayne, | |
| Taking delight in others paine. | |
| Thy lookes are full of native grace; | |
| Since then by chance scorne there hath place, | |
| Tis to be hop't I may remove | 20 |
| This scorne one day, one day by Endless Love. | |
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