Charms OF Liberty

Since ev'ry charm on earth combin'd, In Chloe's face, in Chloe's mind, Why was I born, ye gods, to see What robs me of my liberty?

Until that fatal hapless day, My heart was lively, blithe, and gay, Cou'd sport with ev'ry nymph but she Who robs me of my liberty.

Think then, dear Chloe, ere too late, That death must be my hapless fate, If love and you do not agree, To set me at my liberty.

Now to the darksome woods I rove, Reflecting on the pains of love, And envy ev'ry clown I see Enjoy the sweets of liberty.

We'll follow Hymen's happy train, And ev'ry idle care disdain; We'll live in sweet tranquility, Nor wish for greater liberty.