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I

Chloe's Eyes are so alluring,
Nought can please when she is by:
Beauty fatal, past enduring,
Never kind but when you fly!

II

Celia's Shape can only charm us,
While my Chloe is not here:
Flavia's Air would cease to warm us,
Should She but again appear.

III

Thus, when Phœbus' glories leave us,
Thousand fainter Lights we view;
These some trifling pleasures give us
'Till the Planet shines anew.

IV

But when he at Morn arises
All triumphant, bright, and gay,
They whom e'ery one despises,
Envious, fading flee away.