STREPHON and CLORIS.
Or, the Coy
SHEPHERD and Kind SHEPHERDESS
Hes fearful that his Flocks should go astray,
And from her kind Embraces would away;
But she with loving Charms doth him so fetter,
That for to stay he finds it much the better:
When Flock, and Herds, and all concerns do fail,
Love must be satisfyd, one will prevail.
To a pleasant new Tune at the Play-House;
Or, Love will find out the way, etc.
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AH! Cloris awake,
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it is all abroad Day,
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If you sleep any longer
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our Flocks they will stray:
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Lye still my dear shepherd,
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and do not rise yet,
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For it is a cold Windy morning,
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and besides it is wet.
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My Cloris make haste,
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for it is no such thing;
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Our time we do wast,
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for the Lark is on Wing,
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Besides I do fancy
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I hear the Young Lambs,
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Cry ba, ba, ba, ba,
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for the loss of their Damms.
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My Shepherd I come,
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though Im all over so
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But I swear ile, not love you,
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if you rise so to morrow:
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For me thinks its unkind,
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thus early to rise:
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And not to bid me good morrow:
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brings tears from my Eyes.
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O hark my dear Cloris,
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before thou shalt weep:
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Ile stay to imbrace thee,
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neglecting my sleep:
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My flocks they may wander,
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one hour, two or three:
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But if I loose thy favour,
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I ruind shall be.
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I joy my dear shepherd,
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to hear thee say so:
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It eases my heart of
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much sorrow and woe:
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And for thy Reward
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I will give the a kiss:
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And then thou shall taste
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of a true Lovers bliss.
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But Cloris behold how
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bright Phebus his Beams:
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Invits us to go
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to the murmuring streams:
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I hear the brave Huntsman
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doth follow the cry:
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And make the Woods ring,
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yet how sluggish am I.
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The Hounds and the Huntsman
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may follow the Chase:
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Whilst we enjoy pleasure
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in a far better place:
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Thou knowst my dear Shepherd
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there is no delight,
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Like Lovers enjoyment
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from Morning till Night.
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Alas my dear Cloris,
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what dost thou require:
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The care of my Flocks
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doth abate my desire:
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The Lambs are new Yeaned,
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and tender for Prey,
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And I fear the slie Wolf
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she should bear them away.
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My Love do not fear it,
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the Wolf he is fled,
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To take up his Lodging,
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in his Mossy Bed:
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Then let me embrace thee,
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whilst we do agree:
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And I promise to go,
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thou shalt after be free.
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Ah Cloris! the words
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are so powrful with me,
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That I could be willing
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to tarry with thee:
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Therefore to content thee,
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one hour I will stay,
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But I vow by God Cupid,
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I will then go away.
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Now I have my wishes,
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dear Shepherd wel part,
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Although thou dost carry
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away my poor heart:
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I bless the great Gods,
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that to Lovers are kind:
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To bring us together,
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such bliss for to find.
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Then farewel dear Cloris
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till I see thee again,
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For now I will haste to
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my Flock on the Plain:
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Where I shall record
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thy true Love in such Rhimes,
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For shepherds to admire
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in suceeeding times.
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