The Question to Lisetta

What nymph should I admire or trust,

But Chloe beauteous, Chloe just?

What nymph should I desire to see,

But her who leaves the plain for me?

To whom should I compose the lay,

But her who listens when I play?

To whom in song repeat my cares,

But her who in my sorrow shares?

For whom should I the garland make,

But her who joys the gift to take,

And boasts she wears it for my sake?

In love am I not fully blest?

Lisetta, prithee tell the rest.

Sure Chloe just, and Chloe fair,

Deserves to be your only care;

But, when you and she to-day

Far into the wood did stray,

And I happen'd to pass by,

Which way did you cast your eye?

But, when your cares to her you sing,

You dare not tell her whence they spring:

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Does it not more afflict your heart,

That in those cares she bears a part?

When you the flowers for Chloe twine,

Why do you to her garland join

The meanest bud that falls from mine?