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 THOMAS D'URFEY Chloe Divine

/^HLOE's a Nymph in flowery groves, V^A Nereid in the streams, Saint-like she in the temple moves, A woman in my dreams.

Love steals artillery from hei eyes,

The Graces point her charms; Orpheus is rivalPd in her voice,

And Venus in her arms.

Never so happily in one

Did heaven and earth combine: And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone

That makes her so divine.

��CHARLES COTTON 408 To Coelia

r HEN, Cocha, must my old day set, And my young morning ribe In beams of joy so bright as yet My state is more advanced than when

I first attempted thee: I sued to be a servant then, But now to be made free.

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