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Mart. Epig. 61. l. 11.
Sit Phlogis an Chione Veneri magis apta requiris?
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Nothing than Chloe e'er I knewBy Nature more befriended:
Cælia's less Beautiful, 'tis true,
But by more hearts attended.
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No Nymph alive with so much artReceives her Shepherd's firing,
Or does such cordial drops impart
To love when just expiring.
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Cold niggard Age, that does elsewhereAt one poor offering falter,
To her whole Hecatombs wou'd spare,
And pay them on her Altar.
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But Chloe, to Loves great disgrace,In Bed nor falls, nor rises,
And too much trusting to her face,
All other Arts despises.
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No half form'd Words, nor murmuring Sighs,Engage to fresh performing
Her breathless Lover, when he lies,
Disabled after storming.
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Dull as a Prelate when he prays,Or Cowards after listing,
The fair Insiensible betrays
Loves rites by not assisting.
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Why thus, ye powers that cause our smart,Do ye Love's gifts dissever;
Or why those happy Talents part,
That shou'd be joyn'd for ever.
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For once perform an Act of Grace,Implor'd with such Devotion,
And grant my Cælia Chloe's Face,
Or Chloe Cælia's Motion.
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