To Cloe

Pleasing the Harbour Sailors find,
Long toss'd, and blown by Waves, and Wind;
In Praise wife Authors take Delight;
Tyr'd Pilgrims in Repose at Night;
Laura in a well fancy'd Gown;
The Victor in his Laurel Crown;
Drunkards in Liquor stout, and old;
And Misers in their Hoards of Gold ;
Keen Sportsinen in the Woods, and Plains;
In fleecy Flocks the rural Swains ;
But we, my charming Cloi , prove
No, Joy so sweet as that of Love!
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