Poetical works of the late F. Sayers to which have been prefixed the connected disquisitions on the rise and progress of English poetry, and on English metres, and also some biographic particulars of the author, supplied by W. Taylor |
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TO CHLOE TOO WARM. |
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TO CHLOE TOO WARM.
I hate those eyes that gloat on mine,And watch my every thought and motion;
'T is I must seek love's wreath to twine,
Of being courted I've no notion;
The fruit's too mellow for my taste
That falls before the tree is shaken;
Why, foolish gudgeon, why such haste?
Before I bait my hook 't is taken;
Give me the girl who'd well be woo'd;
Give me to melt a heart of stone;
Unless the game be long pursu'd,
I take no pride in 't when 't is won;
With doating fondness, looks so jealous,
Chloe would prove a pleasant thing;
Espous'd, no doubt her love so zealous,
Would tie me to her apron string.
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