by Edmund Waller (1608 - 1687)

To a Lady, more affable since the war...
Language: English 
Cloris, since first our calme of peace
Was frighted hence, this good wee finde,
Your favours with your fears increase,
And growing mischiefe makes you kinde;
So the fayre tree (which still preserves
Her fruit and state when no winde blow's) 
In stormes, from that uprightnesse swerv's, 
And the glad Earth about her strowes 
With treasure from her yeelding boughs.


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