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Coquet and coy at once her air,
Both studied, tho’ both seem neglected, Careless she is with artful care,
Affecting to seem unaffected.
With skill her eyes dart every glance,
Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect 'em; For she'd persuade they wound by chance,
Tho' certain aim and art direct 'em.
She likes herself, yet others hates
For that which in herself she prizes ; And, while she laughs at them, forgets
She is the thing that she despises.
In Chloris all soft charms agree,
Inchanting humour, pow'rful wit,
And for eternal empire fit.
She would deserve the conquest more.
But vanity so much prevails,
She begs what none else would deny her, Makes such advances with her eyes, .
The hope she gives prevents desire : Catches at every trifling heart,
Grows warm with every glimm’ring flame; The common prey so deads her dart,
It scarce can pierce a noble game. .
I could lie ages at her feet,
Adore her, careless of my pain, With tender vows her rigours meet,
Despair, love on, and not complain ; My passion from all change secure
No favours raise, no frown controls ; I any torment can endure
But hoping with a crowd of fools.
· Yes, Fulvia is like Venus fair, -,
The crown majestic Juno wore,
Her train was form’d of Smiles and Loves,
Then smile, my fair; and all whose aim
I TELL thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve,
For by our weak and weary truth, I find,
Damon, if you will believe me,
'Tis not sighing on the plain, Song nor sonnet can relieve ye;
Faint attempts in love are vain.
Urge but home the fair occasion,
And be master of the field;
'Twere a madness not to yield.
Love gives out a large commission,
Still indulgent to the brave;
Never woman yet forgave: .
Tho' she vows she'll ne'er permit yé,
Cries you're rude and much to blame, And with tears implores your pity;
Be not merciful, for shame.
When the fierce assault is over,
Chloris time enough will find
Much more gentle, not so kind.
What! put off with one denial,
Lovers, when you sigh and languish,