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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
An Ode: ‘The merchant, to secure his treasure’
By Matthew Prior (1664–1721)
 
THE MERCHANT, to secure his treasure,
  Conveys it in a borrowed name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
  But Chloe is my real flame.
 
My softest verse, my darling lyre,        5
  Upon Euphelia’s toilet lay:
When Chloe 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 Chloe’s eyes.
 
Fair Chloe blushed; Euphelia frowned;
  I sung and gazed; I played and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around        15
  Remarked, how ill we all dissembled.
 
 
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