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1 The Merchant to secure his Treasure Conveys it in a borrow'd name Euphelia serves to grace my measure But Cloé is my real flame. 2 My softest verse, my darling Lyre Upon Euphelia's Toilet lay When Cloé noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. 3 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 Cloé's Eyes. 4. Fair Cloé blush'd, Euphelia frown'd I sung and gaz'd, I play'd and trembl'd While Venus to the love around Remark'd [[underline]] how ill we all [[/underline]] dissembl'd.
