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 charms doth him so setter,  
That for to stay he finds it is the better:  
When Flocks, and Herds, and concerns do fail,  
Love must be satisfied, and will prevail.  
To the Tune of, Love will find out the way.  
This may be printed, R. P.  
 

AH! Cloris awake,  
it is all abroad day,  
If you sleep any longer  
our Flocks they will stay;  
Lie still, my dear Shepherd,  
and do not rise yet,  
For 'tis a cold windy Morning,  
and besides it is 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 Shepherd I come  
though i'm all over Sorrow;  
But I swear I'll not love you,  
if you rise so-to Morrow;  
For methinks 'tis unkind,  
thus early to rise,  
And not bid me good-morrow,  
brings tears from my eyes.   

O! hark, my dear Cloris,  
before thou shalt Weep,  
I'll stay to embrace thee,  
neglecting my Sheep:  
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 for thy reward  
I will give thee a kiss  
And then thou 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 hear the brave Huntsmen  
doth follow the Cry,  
And makes the Wood's ring,  
yet how Stuggish am I   

The Hounds and the Huntsmen,  
may follow the Chase,  
Whilst we enjoy pleasure  
in a far better place:  
Thou know'st, my dear Shepherd,  
there is no Delight.  
Like Lover's enjoyment  
from Morning till Night.   

Alas! my dear Cloris,  
what dost thou require,  
The care of my Flocks  
doth abate my desire;  
The Lambs are new yeaned,  
and tender for Prey  
And I fear the five Wolf  
he 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 we do agree,  
And I do promise to go,  
thou shalt after be free.   

Ah! Cloris, thy words  
are so powerful to 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 farewel, dear Cloris,  
till I see thee again,  
For now I will haste to  
my Flocks on the Plain;  
Where I will record  
thy true Love in such Rhimes  
For Shepherds to admire  
in succeeding times.    

London: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilspur-street.