Flora's lamentable passion, crown'd with unspeakable joy and comfort. Flora she did sore lament, her spirit did decay; Strephon fill'd her with content, and cast all grief away. To the tune of, Tender hearts of London city.

Abstract

Verse: "Floras in her grove she lyed ..." Place, date of publication, and publisher's name from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library.