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Richard Lovelace - To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend
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                    I.
Chloe, behold! againe I bowe:
Againe possest, againe I woe;
  From my heat hath taken fire
  Damas, noble youth, and fries,
  Gazing with one of mine eyes,
  Damas, halfe of me expires:
Chloe, behold!  Our fate`s the same.
Or make me cinders too, or quench his flame

                    II.
I`d not be King, unlesse there sate
Lesse lords that shar`d with me in state
  Who, by their cheaper coronets, know,
  What glories from my diadem flow:
  Its use and rate values the gem:
  Pearles in their shells have no esteem;
And, I being sun within thy sphere,
`Tis my chiefe beauty thinner lights shine there.

                    III.
The Us`rer heaps unto his store
By seeing others praise it more;
  Who not for gaine or want doth covet,
  But, `cause another loves, doth love it:
  Thus gluttons cloy`d afresh invite
  Their gusts from some new appetite;
And after cloth remov`d, and meate,
Fall too againe by seeing others eate.
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