As, 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 mairThan ever tongue could tell;My passion I will ne’er declare—I’ll say, I wish thee well.
Tho’ a’ my daily care thou art,And a’ my nightly dream,I’ll hide the struggle in my heart,And say it is esteem.