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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.
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