<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The merchant, to secure his treasure, <br>Conveys it in a borrowed name: <br>Euphelia serves to grace my measure; <br>But Cloe is my real flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My softest verse, my darling lyre <br>Upon Euphelia's toilet lay; <br>When Cloe noted her desire, <br>That I should sing, that I should play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My lyre I tune, my voice I raise; <br>But with my numbers mix my sighs: <br>And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, <br>I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair Cloe blushed: Euphelia frowned: <br>I sung and gazed: I played and trembled: <br>And Venus to the Loves around <br>Remarked, how ill we all dissembled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457101" data-title="An Ode de Matthew Prior" data-description="The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure; But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay; When Cloe noted her desire, That I should sin..."></div> </div> </div>

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