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The ROVER Fix'd.
I
Cloe ! Your Sovereign Charms, I own;I feel the fatal Smart;
The Glory, YOU can boast, alone,
To fix my wand'ring Heart.
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II
Your beauteous Sex, with various Grace,My Passions, oft, have mov'd;
And now a Shape, and then a Face,
As Fancy led, I lov'd.
III
So, does the Vagrant Bee exploreEach Sweet, that Nature yields;
Lightly, she skims from Flow'r, to Flo'wr,
And ranges all the Fields.
IV
But! You have found the cruel ArtTo cure my Roving Mind:
Each Female Beauty You impart;
Your Sex, in One, combin'd.
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V
My Eyes disclose my secret Pain;My constant Sighs discover,
Tho' in deep Silence I remain,
That I am Cloe's Lover.
VI
Irksome, I pass the Hours away,When banish'd from your Sight;
I languish all the live-long Day;
And all the wakeful Night.
VII
Tell me, ye Learn'd, who study muchThe Nature of Mankind;
Why, if I think, or look, or touch,
If she be coy, or kind;
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VIII
I feel my Bosom, strangely, move,Quick Throbbings seize my Breast?
All, that I know, is, That I Love:
Do You explain the rest.
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