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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Chloe Jealous</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face;<br>Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd:<br>Prythee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says)<br>Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to destroy<br>The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keeping?<br>Those looks were design'd to inspire love and joy:<br>More ord'nary eyes may serve people for weeping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ,<br>Your judgment at once, and my passion you wrong:<br>You take that for fact, which will scarce be found wit:<br>Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write, shows<br>The diff'rence there is betwixt nature and art:<br>I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose:<br>And they have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The god of us verse-men (you know, child) the Sun,<br>How after his journeys he sets up his rest:<br>If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run;<br>At night he declines on his Thetis's breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when I am wearied with wand'ring all day,<br>To thee my delight in the evening I come:<br>No matter what beauties I saw in my way;<br>They were but my visits, but thou art my home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war;<br>And let us like Horace and Lydia agree:<br>For thou art a girl as much brighter than her,<br>As he was a poet sublimer than me.</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>
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Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd:
Prythee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says)
Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.

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