With Chloe , wanton Cupid , play'd,
At cards, and won all, from the Maid,
Her jealous doubts, her anxious fears,
Her sudden sighs, her angry tears.

She slaked,—the Urchin, won, beside,
Her cruel scorn, her haughty pride;
But worst, indeed, he waged his dart,
Turn'd trumps, and won her virgin heart!