Richard Lovelace

To Chloe

Courting her for his Friend.

I
 
   Chloe behold! againe I bowe,
Againe possest, againe I woe ;
   From my heat hath taken fire,
Damas, noble youth, and fries:
Gazing with one of mine eyes
   Damas, halfe of me expires:
Chloe, behold!   Our Fate’s the same,
Or make me Cinders too, or quench his Flame
 
                             II
 
I’d not be King, unlesse there sate
Lesse Lords that shar’d with me in State ;
   Who by their cheaper Coronets know
   What glories from my Diadem flow:
   It’s use and rate values the Gem,
   Pearles in their shells have no esteem ;
And I being Sun within thy Sphere,
'Tis my chiefe beauty thinner lights shine there.
 
                             III
 
The Us’rer heaps unto his store,
By seeing others praise it more ;
   Who not for gaine, or want doth covet,
   But 'cause another loves, doth love it:
   Thus gluttons cloy’d afresh invite
   Their Gusts, from some new appetite ;
And after cloth remov’d, and meate,
Fall too againe by seeing others eate.
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