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Then, breathless, to her Lady's Room she flies,
And Entring, Madam, did you Call? she cries:
I scarce could trust my Senses, as they say,
To hear you stirring when 'twas hardly day;
Who'd think your Ladyship should Rise so soon.
When 'twas but Yesterday you Lay till Noon?
Bless me! 'twould frighten any Flesh alive,
It wants, at least, a Quarter now of Five!
And Entring, Madam, did you Call? she cries:
I scarce could trust my Senses, as they say,
To hear you stirring when 'twas hardly day;
Who'd think your Ladyship should Rise so soon.
When 'twas but Yesterday you Lay till Noon?
Bless me! 'twould frighten any Flesh alive,
It wants, at least, a Quarter now of Five!
Impatient Chloe quits her needful Rest,
Of ev'ry Earthly Good she thinks possest:
(Oh Sex for ever blind to future Fate,
Whom trivial Griefs depress, and trivial Joys elate!)
Eager to meet the Grand Cabal again,
She waits the wasting of the Time in pain,
Of ev'ry Earthly Good she thinks possest:
(Oh Sex for ever blind to future Fate,
Whom trivial Griefs depress, and trivial Joys elate!)
Eager to meet the Grand Cabal again,
She waits the wasting of the Time in pain,
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