Upon hearing his Picture was in Chloe’s Breast, pp.16-17.

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To the Tune of, The fourteen of October. 

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YE Gods! was Strephon’s picture blest 

With the fair heaven of Chloe’s breast? 

Move softer, thou fond flutring heart, 

Oh gently thorb, – too fierce thou art. 

Tell me thou brightest of thy kind, 

For Strephon was the bliss design’d; 

For Strephon’s sake, dear charming maid, 

Didst thou prefer his wand’ring shade? 

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And thou blest shade that sweetly art 

Lodg’d so near my Chloe’s heart, 

For me the tender hour improve, 

And softly tell how dear I love. 

Ungrateful thing! it scorns to hear 

Its wretched master’s ardent pray’r, 

Ingrossing all that beauteous heaven, 

That Chloe, lavish maid, has given. 

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I cannot blame thee: were I lord 

Of all the wealth those breasts afford, 

I’d be a miser too, nor give 

An alms to keep a God alive. 

Oh smile not thus, my lovely fair, 

On these cold looks that lifeless air, 

Prize him whose bosom glows with fire, 

With eager love and soft desire. 

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‘Tis true thy charms; O powerful maid; 

To life can bring the silent shade: 

Thou can’st surpass the painter’s art, 

And real warmth and flames impart. 

But oh! it ne’er can love like me, 

I’ve ever lov’d and lov’d but thee: 

Then, charmer, grant my fond request, 

Say thou canst love, and make me blest. 

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