Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Matthew Prior CXXXVII. The merchant, to secure his treasureT
Conveys it in a borrow’d name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
But Cloe is my real flame.
Upon Euphelia’s toilet lay—
When Cloe noted her desire
That I should sing, that I should play.
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And whilst I sing Euphelia’s praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe’s eyes.
I sung, and gazed; I play’d, and trembled
And Venus to the Loves around
Remark’d how ill we all dissembled.