Song XCIX., pp.347-348.

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O Surprising lovely fair! 

Who with Chloe can compare? 

Sure she’s form for beauty’s queen, 

Her wit, her shape, her grace, her mein, 

By far excells all nymphs I’ve seen; 

No mortal eye 

Can view her nigh, 

Too exquisite for human sight to see: 

Tho’ she ne’er may be kind, 

Nor for me e’er design’d, 

Yet I love, I love, I love, 

The charming she. 

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