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Since Chloe is so monstrous fair, / With such an eye and such an air, / What wonder that the world complains / When she each am'rous suit disdains?
Close to her mother's side she clings / And mocks the death her folly brings / To gentle swains that feel the smarts / Her eyes inflict upon their hearts.
Whilst thus the years of youth go by, / Shall Colin languish, Strephon die? / Nay, cruel nymph! come, choose a mate, / And choose him ere it be too late!