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When we think, by passion heated,
We a Goddess have in chace, Like Ixion we are cheated,
And a gaudy cloud embrace.
Happy only is the lover
Whom his mistress well deceives; Seeking nothing to discover,
He contented lives at ease.
While the wretch who would be knowing
What the fair one would disguise, Labours for his own undoing,
Changing happy to be wise:
Tell me no more I am deceiv'd,
That Chloe's false and common;
She was a very woman :
She could do more for no man.
But oh! her thoughts on others ran,
And that you think a hard thing?
And what care I one farthing?
Who has the better bargain?
He cheats us of our living:
To die's a lesson we shall know
Too soon without a master;
How we may live the faster.
To live's to love, to bless, be blest
With mutual inclination;
And kindly meet my passion.
But if thus blest I may not live,
And pity you deny,
'Tis I must learn to die,
Chloe's the wonder of her sex,
"Tis well her heart is tender;
With liberal hand to please us,
A boundless bent to ease us.
H EN Orpheus went down to the regions beWhich men are forbidden to see ; [low, He tun'd up his lyre, as old histories show,
To set his Eurydice free.
All hell was astonish'd a person so wise
Should rashly endanger his life, And venture so far; but how vast their surprise
When they heard that he came for his wife !
To find out a punishment due for his fault
Old Pluto long puzzled his brain, But hell had not torments sufficient, he thought,
So he gave him his wife back again.
But pity succeeding soon vanquish'd his heart,
And pleas’d with his playing so well, He took her again in reward of his art,
Such merit had music in hell.
Vain are the charms of white and red,
Which paint the blooming fair ;
Not o'er her face, but hair.
Of smoother cheeks the winning grace
With open foroe defies;
Cupid in ambush lies.
If naked eyes set hearts on blaze,
And amorous warmth inspire;
Lights up a fiercer fire.
Nor rivals, nor the train of years,
My peace or bliss destroy ; Alive, she gives no jealous fears,
And dead, she crowns my joy.
HLOE brisk and gay appears,
On purpose to invite ;
Denies her sole delight:
Whilst Celia, seeming shy,and coy,
To all her favours grants; And secretly receives that joy,
Which others think she wants.
I would, but fear I never shall,
With either fair agree ; For Celia will be kind to all,
But Chloe won't to me.