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 〈◊〉 much the better:  
When Flock, and Herds and all concerns do fail.  
Love must be satisfied, one will prevail.   
To a pleasant new Tune at the Playhouse; Or, Love will find out the way, etc.  

AH! Cloris awake,  
it is all abroad Day,  
If you sleep any longer  
our Flocks they will stray:  
Lie still my dear shepherd,  
and do not rise yet,  
For it is 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 so  
But I swear 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, not love you,  
if you rise so to morrow:  
For me thinks its unkind,  
thus early to rise:  
And not to bid me good morrow:  
brings tears from my Eyes.   

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

I joy my dear shepherd,  
to hear the say so:  
It cases my heart of  
much sorrow and woe:  
And for thy Reward  
I will give the a kiss:  
And then thou shall taste  
of a true Lover's bliss.   

But Cloris behold how  
bright Phoebus his Beams:  
Invit's us to go  
to the murmuring streams:  
I bear the brave Huntsman  
doth follow the try:  
And make the Woods ring,  
yet how sluggish am I   

The Hounds and the Huntsman  
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.   

Was my dear Cloris,  
what dost thou require:  
The care of my Flocks  
doth abate my desire:  
The Lambk are new Yeaned,  
and tender for Prey,  
And I fear the sly 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 the,  
whilst we do agree:  
And I Promise to go,  
thou shalt after be free.   

Ah Cloris! the 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.   

How 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 Flock on the plain:  
Where I shall record  
thy true Love in such Rhimes.  
For shepherds to admire  
in succeeding times.   
FINIS.