The lamentation of Cloris for the unkindness of her shepherd. Shewing, how she by her Strephon was strangely beguil'd, and is almost destracted for want of a child: but if any brisk ladd will come her to imbrace, she's free, can they find a convenient place. To the tune of, O Cloris awake, &c.

Abstract

Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "My shepherds unkind ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library.