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TO CLOE.

Prethee Cloe, not so fast,
Let's not run and Wed in hast;
We've a thousand things to do,
You must fly, and I persue;
You must frown, and I must sigh;
I intreat, and you deny.
Stay—If I am never crost,
Half the Pleasure will be lost;

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Be, or seem to be severe,
Give me reason to Despair;
Fondness will my Wishes cloy,
Make me careless of the Joy.
Lovers may of course complain
Of their trouble and their pain;
But if Pain and Trouble cease,
Love without it will not please.