CLOE HUNTING. Matthew Prior Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T075639 Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Poems on Several Occasions [English poems only]. London Printed for JACOB TONSON at Shakespear's-Head over against Katharine-Street in the Strand, and JOHN BARBER upon Lambeth-Hill. MDCCXVIII. 1718 p. 74. [42],506,[6]p.: ill.; 2°.

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CLOE HUNTING . Behind her Neck her comely Tresses ty'd , Her Iv'ry Quiver graceful by her Side , A-Hunting Cloe went : She lost her Way , And thro' the Woods uncertain chanc'd to stray . Apollo passing by beheld the Maid ; And , Sister Dear , bright Cynthia turn , He said : The hunted Hind lyes close in yonder Brake . Loud Cupid laugh'd , to see the God's Mistake ; And laughing cry'd , Learn better , great Divine , To know Thy Kindred , and to honour Mine . Rightly advis'd , far hence Thy Sister seek , Or on Meander's Bank , or Latmus' Peak . But in This Nymph , My Friend , My Sister know : She draws My Arrows , and She bends My Bow : Fair Thames She haunts , and ev'ry neighb'ring Grove Sacred to soft Recess , and gentle Love . Go , with Thy Cynthia , hurl the pointed Spear At the rough Boar ; or chace the flying Deer : I and My Cloe take a nobler Aim : At human Hearts We fling , nor ever miss the Game .