A Song

Cease thou trifling god to tease me,
Cupid with these darts of thine;
Kinder be; O tell, and ease me!
Shall fair CHLOE e'er be mine?

Must I languish for the charmer?
Feel more agonizing smart?
No: be gracious and disarm her,
Split in twain her icy heart.
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