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��SIR CHARLES SEDLEY 40 p. To Chloris

H, Chloris ! that I now could sit

As unconcerned as when Your infant beauty could beget

No pleasure, nor no pain ! When I the dawn used to admire,

And praised the coming day, I little thought the growing fire Must take my rest away.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay

Like metals in the mine ; Age from no face took more away

Than youth concealed in thine. But as your charms insensibly

To their perfection prest, Fond love as unperceived did fly,

And in my bosom rest.

My passion with your beauty grew,

And Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favour'd you,

Threw a new flaming dart : Each gloried in their wanton part ;

To make a lover, he Employ'd the utmost of his art

To make a beauty, she.

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��410. To Celta

OT, Celia, that I juster am

Or better than the rest! For I would change each hour, like them, Were not my heart at rest.

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