AH, Chloris! that I now could sit br    As unconcern'd as when br Your infant beauty could beget br    No pleasure, nor no pain! br When I the dawn used to admire, br    And praised the coming day, br I little thought the growing fire br    Must take my rest away. br br Your charms in harmless childhood lay br    Like metals in the mine; br Age from no face took more away br    Than youth conceal'd in thine. br But as your charms insensibly br    To their perfection prest, br Fond love as unperceived did fly, br    And in my bosom rest. br br My passion with your beauty grew, br    And Cupid at my heart, br Still as his mother favour'd you, br    Threw a new flaming dart: br Each gloried in their wanton part; br    To make a lover, he br Employ'd the utmost of his art-- br    To make a beauty, she.