Song CIV., p.350.

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BElinda, with affected mein, 

Trys all the power of art; 

Yet finds her efforts all in vain, 

To gain a single heart: 

Whilst Chloe in a different way, 

Is but her self, to please, 

And makes new conquests every day, 

Without one borrowed grace. 


Belinda’s haughty air destroys 

What native charms inspire; 

While Chloe’s artless shining eyes 

Set all the world on fire: 

Belinda may our pity move; 

But Chloe gives us pain, 

And while she smiles us into love, 

Her sister frowns in vain. 

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