Flora's departure: or, Summers pride abated. Cold Winter with his icy looks bids Flora to be gone, and bath no more in silver brooks, for Frost is coming on. The tune is, Young Phaeon: or, Busie fame. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B23032 of text R229019 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B23032 Wing F1366 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[14] ESTC R229019 ocm99888100

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 eng Seasons -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Flora's departure: or, Summers pride abated. : Cold Winter with his icy looks bids Flora to be gone, and bath no more in silver brooks, for Frost is c n/a 1680 1 631 2 0 0 0 0 0 31.7 C The rate of 31.7 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-04 Sampled and proofread 2014-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
FLORA's Departure : OR , Summers Pride Abated . Cold Winter with his Icy looks bids Flora to be gone ; And Bath no more in Silver Brooks , for Frost is coming on . The Tune is , Young Phaeon : Or , Busie Fame .

DAme Flora in her rich Array , to winter now gives room , Who strips her of her Robes so gay , that had such sweet Perfume : He with his Icy Beard comes in , and looking her upon , To greet her thus he doth begin , proud Flora now be gone . But Flora loath to leave the Streams , wherein she took delight , And hanish'd be from Cynthia's Beams , but slowly took her flight : Why should I leave the Plains ( quoth she ) that once I made so fine , And deeked them most gorgeously , why dost thou cast them thine ? Why must I leave the warbling Notes of my beloved Quire , That still would sin within the Woods , what Tune I did desire ? Oh! stay a while , cold Winter , till these pleasures all decline , And when thy Floods the Rivers fill , my pleasures I 'le resign .

Go , go , proud Flora , post away , make haste and hence begone , Believe me what I now do say , my Floods are coming on : Long time you raign'd in glory here , while I lay lurking by , You in your time did Domineer , so Flora now will I. Old Winter , prithee stay a while , be not so harsh to me ; For thou shouldest never take place , while Leaves are on the Tree . My Company is more esteem'd ten thousand times then thine , For they that once to me are wean'd , will ne'r with thee combine . Is this a time to prate to me , now coming into power ? I 'le blast all that belongs to thee , and will thy joys devour : I ▪ le Freeze thy pritty hubling Springs , that by thee us'd to glide , And wither all those lovely things that puff'd thee up in Pride . I 'le take possession of thy Bowers , wherein thou didst remain ; And make them swim with floating showers , and mighty Storms of Rain : Yea , where thou us ▪ dst to Bath thy self , there Rocks of Ice shall be , Lovers no more shall joy themselves , beneath the Myrtle Tree . Thou Frosty-bearded Winter , I will tell thee once again , Thy mighty Floods I 'le quickly dry , and suck up all thy Rain : I 'le thaw the Springs which thou dost freeze and guild my Plains once more , I 'le cause fresh Leaves upon the Trees , then thou wilt me adore . For couldst thou once thy will obtain , thou wouldst me banish quite , The world should empty be of grain , such is thy deadly spight : No Fruits should then in Europe be , man's Pallat for to please , Which makes so many envy thee , for such like tricks as these . I know , fair Flora , that thou art belov'd far more then I , To speak the truth , 't is thy desert , with thee I 'le now comply : Yet must thou give me leave a while , in Power for to remain , Then thou shalt come again and smile , upon thy flowery Plain . FINIS .

Printed for J. Deacon , at the sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-Srreet , without Newgate .