‘Fair Chloe, we toasted of old, As the Queen of our festival meeting; Now Chloe is lifeless and cold; You must go to the grave for her greeting. Her beauty and talents were framed To enkindle the proudest to win her; Then let not the mem’ry be blamed Of the purest that e’er was a sinner!’ Captain Chanter’s Collection.
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