. Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . H. A Sonnet CHLORIS, whilst thou and I were to naught but Liberty,How sweetly happy did we live ?How free to promise, free to give ? Then Monarchs of ourselves, we mightLove here, or there, to change , tyd to none, with all each Love its recompence. But in that happy freedom weWere so improvidently freeTo give away our Liberties: And now in fruitless Sorrow pineAt what we are, what might have thou, or I, or both been wise.

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