Since Chloe is so monstrous fair, <br />With such an eye and such an air, <br />What wonder that the world complains <br />When she each am'rous suit disdains? <br /> <br />Close to her mother's side she clings, <br />And mocks the death her folly brings <br />To gentle swains that feel the smarts <br />Her eyes inflict upon their hearts. <br /> <br />Whilst thus the years of youth go by, <br />Shall Colin languish, Strephon die? <br />Nay, cruel nymph! come, choose a mate, <br />And choose him ere it be too late!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-paraphrase-circa-1715/
