CHLOE'S unknown Likeness, 1738. By the Same. I. IN shape, in air, in face and voice The very ape of Chloe! Since I have fix'd for life my choice, 'Tis well I do not know you. II. Yet witness, Love, I own the power Of this ideal maid: So much my Chloe I adore, I bow me to her shade. III. If idol-worship be a fault, Have mercy, Love, on me — Chloe's the goddess of my thought, Tho' Celia bows my knee. IV. Tho' the mock-sun amuse the sight, And more demand the view; We wonder at the mimic light, But only feel the true. V. Forgive me, fair reflected shade, That I suppress this flame: Who can pursue th' ideal maid, Bless'd in the real dame? VI. Consult your mind, consult your glass, Each charm of sense and youth; Then own, who changes is an ass, Nor wonder at my truth.