Loves ecstasy: OR, Strephon and Cloas Corronation.  

Tho' Loves the only coin in Heaven doth go,  
Happy those Lovers are that pay below.   
To the Tune of, jenny Gin, &c.  

AS Strephon did unfold his Flocks,  
just as the Sun did rise,  
He saw fair Cloa from the Rocks,  
which did his Soul surprise:  
Aloud he cried, make hast my love,  
make hast my dearest dear,  
To meet me in the myrtle Grove,  
and feed our flocks all there.   

Her Milky Herd kept all around,  
i'th front she did appear,  
Old Trip and Nimble lead the ground  
and White-foot in the rear:  
Make hast my love, make hast, he said,  
make hast my dearest dear,  
My fair and lovely beauteous Maid,  
we feed our Flocks all here.   

Beneath a Sycamore she lay,  
upon her Flocks to look,  
Some feed, some innocently play,  
and some were in the Brook:  
Aloud she cried, where is my love?  
where is my dearest dear?  
The Sun has Guilded all the Grove,  
yet Strephon is not here.   

She nimbly tripped it to the Vale,  
and cried, where is my Dear?  
The echo gave her back her Tale,  
but Strephon was not there:  
Strephon indeed was all her care,  
quoth she, where is my Swain?  
Where is my love? where is my dear?  
that lets me thus complain.   

His love admits no longer stay,  
and hers did sympathise,  
She rose and met him on the way,  
and spoken with her fair eyes:  
Ah! here my Cloa, here's thy Swain,  
that does thyself adore,  
The truest and the happiest man,  
that ever loved before.   

But God what Oratry was there!  
as they walked to her Grove,  
Vow and vow, and tear and tear,  
the Extract of all love:  
Till both with ecstasy o'ercome,  
upon the ground they lay,  
The God of pleasure struck 'em dumb.  
and envied both that day.   
FINIS.   

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street.