Monday, April 25, 2011


Chloe's a Nymph in flowery groves,
...A Nereid in the streams;
Saint-like she in the temple moves,
...A woman in my dreams.

Love steals artillery from her eyes,
...The Graces point her charms;
Orpheus is rivall'd in her voice,
...And Venus in her arms.

Never so happily in one
...Did heaven and earth combine:
And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone
...That makes her so divine.

.....Chloe Divine by Thomas D'urfey (1633-1723)