Love's Mistress OR Nature's Rarity.  
To a most excellent delicious new Tune, called, Tell me you wand'ring Spirits in the air.  

 
 

TEll me you wandering Spirits in the Air,  
when that you saw a nymph more bright, more fair  
Than Beauty's Darling (wheresoe'er she flies)  
Or twinkling Comets in the Starry Skies,  

If in this world a Phoenix may be found,  
'Tis she, 'tis she, whose graces must & shall be crowned    

Oh call her from the fair Elysium Bay  
And tell her how my senses fade away,  
For in her being was my fixed state;  
But she's dissolved, my time is out of date:  

she's flown she's flown unto the Azure Skies,  
Then cry, then cry, Amintas for her absence dies.    

Turn sacred Nymph, restore my latest breath,  
That am designed for untimely death;  
'tis she can cure me with her glorious looks,  
Without the skill of Doctors or their books:  

Then let thy beauty with such splendour shine,  
To raise, to raise this drooping lovesick heart of mine.    

Search, search the Vallies, where the Vestal train  
And Shepherdesses in their state remain;  
walk through the woods, & view the myrtle Groves  
where loves queen rangeth with her turtle doves;  

she's like fair Venus in her glorious Rays,  
Then crown her, crown her with a wreath of royal Bays    

Walk through the gardens, view the damask Rose  
And smell what scent those precious leaves inclo●●  
'tis her sweet breath that gives this odorous sme●  
And peerless virtue, (richly doth excel:)  

If there you see one like the Radiant Sun,  
'Tis she, 'tis she, whom I adore, Loves Paragon.     

The second part  
to the same tune  
 
 

OH fast the fountains silver-streaming Springs  
And Helicon, where Lady Muses sings;  
Distil the Sea, wade through the Ocean deep,  
She may be Tombed in eternal sleep;  

But she's conveyed from every mortal eye,  
O Cloris Cloris, come away, or else for thee I die.    

Search, search the rocks, where Sirens sing their charms  
She may be lulled in their enchanting arms;  
Fish, fish for pearl, and you may Corals find  
Or else a jewel to content the mind;  

My bliss, my joys are turned ' to destiny,  
That I, that I must yield to die for loving thee.    

Scale high Olympus, where the Gods remain,  
And Goddesses with all their royal Train,  
View perfectly the spangled Orb and see  
If Cloris, Cloris be in royalty,  

she's gone, she's gone, whilst I in torments fry,  
Oppressed, oppressed with pain, fain would but cannot die    

Search every quarter of the world, and see,  
If Nature's piece so excellent there be;  
Turn round the Globe and view each centre right  
If there you find one like to Phoebus' bright,  

With lustrous beauty shining in extremes,  
'Tis she, 'tis she, eclipsing Luna with her beams.    

O● stay a while, I may inform you ill;  
Were she on Earth, she had been with me still:  
Fly, fly to heaven examine every Sphere,  
And see what Stars are lately fixed there  

If any brighter than the Sun you see,  
Fall down, fall down and honour her for that is she     
S. S.  
FINIS.   

London printed for Francis Grove on Snow-hill.