SONG
.
By
the
Same
.
AS
Chloe
ply'd
her
needle's
art
,
A
purple
drop
the
spear
Made
from
her
heedless
finger
start
,
And
from
her
eyes
a
tear
.
Ah
!
might
but
Chloe
by
her
smart
Be
taught
for
mine
to
feel
;
Mine
caus'd
by
Cupid's
piercing
dart
,
More
sharp
than
pointed
steel
!
Then
I
her
needle
would
adore
,
Love's
arrow
it
should
be
,
Indu'd
with
such
a
subtle
pow'r
To
reach
her
heart
for
me
.