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.