Chloris Quotes
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Belove' d, what are names but air? Choose thou
whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho,
call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or
Doris, Only, only call
meThine.
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More Chloris Quotes
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sitAs unconcern'd as whenYour infant beauty could begetNo happiness or pain!When I the dawn used to admire,And praised the coming day,I little thought the rising fireWould take my rest away.
— Poem: Child and Maiden
As I saw fair Chloris walk alone, The feather'd snow came softly down, As Jove, descending from his tow'r To court her in a silver show'r. The wanton snow flew to her breast, As little birds into their nest; But o'ercome with whiteness there, For grief dissolv'd into a tear. Thence falling on her garment hem, To deck her, froze into a gem.
— On Chloris walking in the Snow. In Wit's Recreations. J. C. Hotten's reprint, p. 308. (1640).
