Now Chloe is my treasure,Whose voice, whose touch, can make sweet music flow:For her I'd die with pleasure,Would Fate but spare the dear survivor so.LydiaI love my own fond lover,Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:For him I'd die twice over,Would Fate but spare the sweet survivor thus.HoraceWhat now, if Love returningShould pair us 'neath his brazen yoke once more,And, bright-hair'd Chloe spurning,Horace to off-cast Lydia ope his door?