Citation - New York Weekly Journal: 1738.07.03

NYWJ.738.006
3 Jul 1738:11 (242)
Well may the cypress now my brows adorn
Since Cloe's absence I'm compel'd to mourn,
Ye envious Gods and will you never cease,
With cruel torments to disturb my ease,
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Repeating echos shall no more transmit
To listnig groves, the sharpness of her wit;
Nor bubling water silent glide along,
To hear the numbers of her artful song;
No more the songsters of the air shall rest,
Charm'd with her voice within their secret nest 
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