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.
