Esteem For Chloris

      As, Chloris, since it may not be,      That thou of love wilt hear;      If from the lover thou maun flee,      Yet let the friend be dear.       Altho' I love my Chloris mair      Than ever tongue could tell;      My passion I will ne'er declare-      I'll say, I wish thee well.       Tho' a' my daily care thou art,      And a' my nightly dream,      I'll hide the struggle in my heart,      And say it is esteem.