In vain, dear CHLOE, you suggest

In vain, dear CHLOE, you suggest That I inconstant have possest Or lov'd a fairer she; Would you with ease at once be cur'd Of all the ills you've long endur'd, Consult your glass and me.

If then you think that I can find A nymph more fair or one more kind, You've reason for your fears; But if impartial you will prove To your own beauty or my love How needless are your tears!

If in my way I should by chance Receive or give a wanton glance, I like but while I view; How slight the glance, how faint the kiss, Compar'd to that substantial bliss, Which I receive from you!

With wanton flight the curious bee From flower to flower still wanders free; And where each blossom blows, Extracts the juice from all he meets, But, for his quintessence of sweets, He ravishes the rose.

So my fond fancy to employ On each variety of joy, From nymph to nymph I roam; Perhaps see fisty in a day, These are but visits that I pay, For CHLOE is my home.