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Hor. Ode 15. Book 3.

TO CHLORIS.

Prithee! Chloris! leave these Toys,
This Hank'ring after Youthful Joys;
Why sure you can't much longer hold,
For Sev'nty Two is pretty old.
And here you joyn the Young and Gay,
At ev'ry Op'ra, Ball and Play,
Your grey Hairs trim'd with Brussells Lace,
And purchas'd Beauty for your Face.
Believe me, it does not look well
In You, tho' 'twould become Miss Bell,
Miss Bell has Charms, but you have None,
Not one, that you can call your Own;
She has a License to be dress'd,
To be Gallanted and Caress'd:
Her nat'ral Beauty gains more Hearts,
Than all your Cheats and purchas'd Arts.
Come, take your Distaff and retire,
And leave to Miss the warbling Lyre:
You must not think the Night to pass
With am'rous Talk, and flowing Glass;
And then a Spark to lead you Home,
No, Chloris! go and mind your Loom.