Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Matthew PriorThe Merchant
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Conveys it in a borrow’d name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure;
But Chloe is my real flame.
Upon Euphelia’s toilet lay;
When Chloe noted her desire,
That I should sing, that I should play.
But whilst my numbers mix my sighs:
And whilst I sing Euphelia’s praise,
I fix my soul on Chloe’s eyes.
I sung and gazed: I play’d and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around
Remark’d, how ill we all dissembled.