My heart is united to Chloe’s for ever,
No time shall the link of their tenderness sever,
And, if Love be the parent of joy and of pleasure,
Chloe and I shall be blest beyond measure.
Come, tell me, my girl, what’s the sweetest of blisses?
”I’ll show you,” she cries, and she gives me sweet kisses;
Ah, Clo’ if that languishing eye’s not a traitor,
It tells me you know of a bliss that is greater.
”Indeed, and I do not,” then softly she blushes,
And her bosom the warm tint of modesty flushes;
”I’m sure if I knew it, I’d certainly show it,
”But Damon, dear, may be you know it."