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CHLOE Reproved.
As
Chloe, conscious of her pretty Face,
Kiss'd the reflected Goddess in the Glass;
And shall these Charms, she cries, these matchless Charms,
To Night be buried in an Husband's Arms?
No!—since the Gods indulgent give me Power,
I'll reign, at least, the Tyrant of an Hour!
Kiss'd the reflected Goddess in the Glass;
And shall these Charms, she cries, these matchless Charms,
To Night be buried in an Husband's Arms?
No!—since the Gods indulgent give me Power,
I'll reign, at least, the Tyrant of an Hour!
She said, and to the glitt'ring Toilet flew,
Heighten'd each Charm, and e'en Diviner grew;
A thousand Arts, a thousand Airs she tries,
And thus computes the Conquests of her Eyes.
Heighten'd each Charm, and e'en Diviner grew;
A thousand Arts, a thousand Airs she tries,
And thus computes the Conquests of her Eyes.
With Scorn, Honorio's Passion I resign,
Brillantis, dear Brillantis! shall be mine;
Conquer'd Sireno shall these Charms adore,
Sylvander, and an endless Thousand more.
Brillantis, dear Brillantis! shall be mine;
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Sylvander, and an endless Thousand more.
Thus spoke the proud pre-meditated Bride,
And the Cosmetick Oracle reply'd.
And the Cosmetick Oracle reply'd.
Beware, fair Maid, beware, nor strive to prove,
The dangerous Varieties of Love;
But think, how brittle are those Charms you boast,
And think, how soon that Beauty may be lost.
For this (take Notice what I say)
Depend on, to your Sorrow,
That if you change your Mind to Day,
I'll change your Face to Morrow.
The dangerous Varieties of Love;
But think, how brittle are those Charms you boast,
And think, how soon that Beauty may be lost.
For this (take Notice what I say)
Depend on, to your Sorrow,
That if you change your Mind to Day,
I'll change your Face to Morrow.
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