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The Advice.
I
Chloe be kind, I say,Beauty has Wings as well as Time;
To suffer either pass away
Without Advantage, is a Crime.
See, Heav'n itself with conscious Smiles approves
The suture Union of our tender Loves.
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II
Then why, my Dear, should youSo fatal to your Beauties prove?
Pay unto Nature what's her due,
And then you'l ne're refuse my Love:
Take my Advice, preserve that Vestal Fire,
When it is doubl'd, it will ne're expire.
III
Sweet Chloe, hear my call,And think to live no more alone;
Tho' Man was born as Lord of all,
Himself but odly fills a Throne;
Eden was not compos'd of That or This,
Woman and Man made up the Paradise.
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