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An ODE.
[The Merchant, to secure his Treasure]
I
The Merchant, to secure his Treasure,Conveys it in a borrow'd Name:
Euphelia serves to grace my Measure;
But Cloe is my real Flame.
II
My softest Verse, my darling LyreUpon Euphelia's Toylet lay;
When Cloe noted her Desire,
That I should sing, that I should play.
III
My Lyre I tune, my Voice I raise;But with my Numbers mix my Sighs:
And whilst I sing Euphelia's Praise,
I fix my Soul on Cloe's Eyes.
IV
Fair Cloe blush'd: Euphelia frown'd:I sung and gaz'd: I play'd and trembl'd:
And Venus to the Loves around
Remark'd, how ill We all dissembl'd.
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