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- Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit
As unconcern'd as when
Your infant beauty could beget
No happiness or pain!
When I the dawn used to admire,
And praised the coming day,
I little thought the rising fire
Would take my rest away.
- Poem: Child and Maiden
- Why then should I seek further store,
And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true.
- Poem: To Celia