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Occasion'd by a Dispute with a Lady.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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Occasion'd by a Dispute with a Lady.

I

Forgive me, Chloe; 'twas a Deed,
That from Ambition sprung;
I'll ne'er again presume to plead
With your victorious Tongue.

II

Such Wisdom in your Words appears,
Such Music makes them please;
Mine lose their Force, like Morning Stars
Before the Solar Rays.

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III

Conquer'd by your superior Sense,
I drop the wordy War,
Convinc'd, your pow'rful Eloquence
Is strong, as you are fair.

IV

Yet, tho' subdu'd, my Fall is great,
Nor shamefully I yield;
'Tis Honour to contend, tho' beat,
When Angels take the Field.