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Matthew Prior - An Ode. The Merchant, To Secure
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The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrow`d name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure:
But Cloe is my real flame.

My softest verse, my darling lyre,
Upon Euphelia`s toilet lay;
When Cloe noted her desire,
That I should sing, that I should play.

My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And, whilst I sing Euphelia`s praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe`s eyes.

Fair Cloe blush`d: Euphelia frown`d:
I sung, and gazed: I play`d, and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around
Remark`d how ill we all dissembled.
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