English poem
SONG. (Whenever, Chloe, I begin)
by Anonymous
Whenever, Chloe, I begin Your heart, like mine, to move, You tell me of the crying sin Of unchaste lawless love.
How can that passion be a sin, Which gave to Chloe birth? How can those joys but be divine, Which make a heaven on earth?
To wed, mankind the priests trepann'd, By some sly fallacy, And disobey'd God's great command, Increase and multiply.
You say that love's a crime; content: Yet this allow you must, More joy's in heav'n if one repent, Than over ninety just.
Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's sake, Repent, and be forgiven; Bless me, and by repentance make A holy day in heav'n.
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