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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
M. Prior
CXXXVII. "The merchant, to secure his treasure"
THE merchant, to secure his treasure, 
Conveys it in a borrow'd name: 
Euphelia serves to grace my measure, 
But Cloe is my real flame. 
My softest verse, my darling lyre         5
Upon Euphelia's toilet lay— 
When Cloe noted her desire 
That I should sing, that I should play. 
My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, 
But with my numbers mix my sighs;  10
And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, 
I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. 
Fair Cloe blush'd; Euphelia frown'd: 
I sung, and gazed; I play'd, and trembled 
And Venus to the Loves around  15
Remark'd how ill we all dissembled. 


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