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[Whenever, Chloe, I begin]
Whenever, Chloe, I begin
Your heart like mine to move,
You tell me of the crying sin
Of unchaste lawless love.
Your heart like mine to move,
You tell me of the crying sin
Of unchaste lawless love.
How can that passion be a sin,
Which gave to Chloe birth?
How can those joys but be divine,
Which make a heaven on earth?
Which gave to Chloe birth?
How can those joys but be divine,
Which make a heaven on earth?
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To wed, mankind the priest trepann'd,
By some sly fallacy,
And disobey'd God's great command,
Increase and multiply.
By some sly fallacy,
And disobey'd God's great command,
Increase and multiply.
You say that love's a crime; content:
Yet this allow you must,
More joy's in heav'n if one repent,
Than over ninety just.
Yet this allow you must,
More joy's in heav'n if one repent,
Than over ninety just.
Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's sake,
Repent and be forgiven;
Bless me, and by repentance make
A holy day in heav'n.
Repent and be forgiven;
Bless me, and by repentance make
A holy day in heav'n.
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