These Three following ODES being found among
Mrs Killigrews Papers, I was willing to Print though none of hers.
Cloris Charmes
Dissolved by EUDORA.
I.
Not that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And back my Steps command: But if hereafter thou Retire, To quench with Tears, thy Wandring Fire, This Clue I'll leave behinde, By which thou maist untwine The Saddest Way, To shun the Day, That ever Grief did find.
II.
First take thy Hapless Way Along the Rocky Northern Shore, Infamous for the Matchless Store Of Wracks within that Bay. None o're the Cursed Beach e're crost, Unless the Robb'd, the Wrack'd, or Lost Where on the Strand lye spread, The Sculls of many Dead. Their mingl'd Bones, Among the Stones, Thy Wretched Feet must tread.