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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
 
The Merchant
By Matthew Prior
 
THE MERCHANT, to secure his treasure,
  Conveys it in a borrow’d name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure;
  But Chloe is my real flame.
 
My softest verse, my darling lyre,        5
  Upon Euphelia’s toilet lay;
When Chloe noted her desire,
  That I should sing, that I should play.
 
My lyre I tune, my voice I raise;
  But whilst my numbers mix my sighs:        10
And whilst I sing Euphelia’s praise,
  I fix my soul on Chloe’s eyes.
 
Fair Chloe blush’d: Euphelia frown’d:
  I sung and gazed: I play’d and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around        15
  Remark’d, how ill we all dissembled.
 
 
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