Ah Chloris! could I now but sit as unconcern'd as when, Your infant beauty cou'd beget no happiness nor pain, When I this dawning did admire, and prais'd the coming day, I little thought that rising fire wou'd take my rest away.
Your charms in harmless childhood lay as metals in a mine; Age from no face takes more away than youth conceal'd in thine: But as your charms insensibly to their perfection press'd; So love as unperceiv'd did fly, and center'd in my breast.
My passion with her beauty grew, while Cupid, at my heart, Still as his mother favour'd you, threw a new flaming dart Each gloried in her wanton part; to make a lover, he Employ'd the utmost of his art; to make a beauty, she.
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