Strephon and Cloris: OR, The Coy Shepherd and Kind Shepherdess.  

He's 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 Flocks & Herds, & all concerns do fail,  
Love must be satisfied, and will prevail.   
To a pleasant New Playhouse Tune; Or, Love will find out the way.  
 

Behold dread Cupid, with his Golden Dart,  
And bended Bow, doth pierce each Shepherd's heart;  
Witness here Strephon yields to Love's Essays,  
His Head being Crowned with never-sading Bays.   

AH! Cloris awake,  
it is all abroad day,  
If you sleep any longer  
our Flocks they will stray:  
Eye still my dear Shepherd,  
and do not rise yet,  
For it is a cold Windy morning,  
and besides 'tis wet.   

My Cloris make haste,  
for it is no such thing,  
Our time we do waste,  
for the Lark is on wing  
Besides I do fancy  
I hear the young Lambs,  
Cry, ba, ba, ba, ba,  
for the loss of their dams.   

My Shepherds come,  
though I'm all over sorrow  
But I swear i'll not love you  
if you rise so to morrow:  
For methinks it's unkind,  
thus early to rise,  
and not bid me good morrow,  
bring tears from my eyes.   

O hark, my dear Cloris,  
before thou shalt weep,  
I'll stay to embrace thee,  
neglecting my sleep:  
My Flocks they may wonder,  
one hour, two, or three,  
But if I lose thy favour,  
I ruin'd shall be.   

I joy my dear Shepherd,  
to hear thee say so,  
It cases my heart of  
much sorrow and woe:  
And say thy reward  
I will give thee a Kiss,  
And then thau shalt taste  
of a true Lover's bliss.   

But Cloris behold how  
bright Phoebus his Beams,  
Invites us to go  
to the murmuring streams:  
I bear the brave Nuntsman  
doth follow the cry,  
And makes the woods ring,  
yet how sluggish am I   

The Hounds and the Huntsman  
may follow the Chase,  
Whilst me enjoy pleasure  
in a far better place:  
Thou knowst my dear shepherd,  
there is no delight,  
Like Lover's Enjoyment,  
from morning till night.   

Alas my dear Cloris,  
what vast thou require,  
The care of my Flocks  
doth abate my desire:  
The Lambs are new yeaned,  
and tender for Pray,  
And I fear the eye wolf  
she should bear them away.   

My Love do not fear it,  
the wolf he is fled,  
To take up his Lodging  
in his Mossy bed:  
Then let me embrace thee,  
whilst me do agree,  
And I promise to go.  
thou shalt after he free.   

Ah Cloris! Thy words  
are so powerful with me,  
That I could be willing  
to tarry with thee:  
Therefore to content thee,  
one hour I will stay,  
But I vow by God Cupid  
I will then go away.   

Now I have my wishes,  
dear Shepherd we'll part,  
Although thou dost carry  
away my poor heart:  
I bless the great Gods,  
that to Lovers are kind,  
To bring us together,  
such bliss for to find.   

Then farewell dear Cloris,  
till I see thee again,  
For now I will haste to  
my Flocks on the Plain:  
Where I shall record  
thy true Love in such, Rhimes  
For Shepherds to admire  
in succeeding times.    

Printed for I. Clerk at the Horse-shoe, in West-smithfield.