CHLOE
to
STREPHON
.
A
SONG
.
By
the
Same
.
TOO
plain
,
dear
youth
,
these
tell-tale
eyes
My
heart
your
own
declare
,
But
for
heav'n's
sake
let
it
suffice
You
reign
triumphant
there
:
Forbear
your
utmost
pow'r
to
try
,
Nor
farther
urge
your
sway
;
Press
not
for
what
I
must
deny
,
For
fear
I
shou'd
obey
.
Cou'd
all
your
art
successful
prove
,
Wou'd
you
a
maid
undo
,
Whose
greatest
failing
is
her
love
,
And
that
her
love
for
you
?
Say
,
wou'd
you
use
that
very
pow'r
You
from
her
fondness
claim
,
To
ruin
in
one
fatal
hour
A
life
of
spotless
fame
?
Ah
!
cease
,
my
dear
,
to
do
an
ill
,
Because
perhaps
you
may
!
But
rather
try
your
utmost
skill
To
save
me
than
betray
:
Be
you
yourself
my
virtue's
guard
,
Defend
,
and
not
pursue
;
Since
'tis
a
task
for
me
too
hard
,
To
fight
with
love
and
you
.