As a belabored jest, my ignorance of poetry is no conducive
to my comprehension of part of your quote:
"Does it to Chloe's charms conduce,
To found her praise on our abuse?
Must we, to flatter her, be made
To wither, envy, pine, and fade?""

Who is Chloe, that we should flatter her? The only Chloe I can remember is a song with lines "Through the dark of night I've got to go where you are" I'll go search to see if I can find the lyrics."