AT nymph should I admire or trust,
But Chloe beauteous,
Chloe just?
What nymph should I desire to see,
But her who leaves the plain for me?
To whom should I compose the lay,
But her who listens when I play?
To whom in song repeat my cares,
But her who in my sorrow shares?
For whom should I the garland make,
But her who joys the gift to take,
And boasts she wears it for my sake?
In love am I not fully blest?
Lisetta, prithee tell the rest.
TA'S
LY Sure Chloe just, and Chloe fair,
Deserves to be your only care;
But, when you and she to-day Far into the wood did stray,
And I happen'd to pass by,
Which way did you cast your eye?
But, when your cares to her you sing,
You dare not tell her whence they spring:
Does it not more afflict your heart,
That in those cares she bears a part?
When you the flowers for Chloe twine,
Why do you to her garland join The meanest bud that falls from mine?
Simplest of swains! the world may see Whom Chloe loves, and who loves me.
