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CLOE.
Cloe's the Wonder of her Sex,
'Tis well her Heart is tender,
How might such killing Eyes perplex,
With Virtue to defend her?
'Tis well her Heart is tender,
How might such killing Eyes perplex,
With Virtue to defend her?
But Nature graciously inclin'd
With lib'ral Hand to please us,
Has to her boundless Beauty join'd
A boundless Bent to ease us.
With lib'ral Hand to please us,
Has to her boundless Beauty join'd
A boundless Bent to ease us.
The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | ||