Tell me not I my time mispend

Tell me not I my time mispend, 'Tis time lost to reprove me; Pursue thou thine, I have my end, So CHLORIS only love me.

Tell me not other's flocks are full, Mine poor, let them despise me Who more abound in milk and wool, So CHLORIS only prize me.

Tire others' easier ears with these Unappertaining stories; He never feels the world's disease Who cares not for her glories.

For pity, thou that wiser art, Whose thoughts lie wide of mine, Let me alone with my own heart, And I'll ne'er envy thine.

Nor blame him, whoe'er blames my wit, That seeks no higher prize, Than in unenvy'd shades to sit, And sing of CHLORIS' eyes.