html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }CHloris, I cannot say, your Eyes
Did my unwary Heart surprize,
Nor will I swear it was your Face,
Your Shape, or any nameless Grace;
For you are so entirely Fair,
To Love a part, injustice were;
No drowning Man can know which drop
Of water his last breath did stop;
So when the Stars in Heaven appear,
And joyn to make the Night look clear;
The Light we no one's Bounty call,
But the united work of all;
He that both Lips, or Hands adore,
Deserves them only, and no more;
But I Love all, and every part,
And nothing less can ease my Heart.
Cupid that Lover weakly strikes,
Who can express what 'tis he likes.