The shepherd Adonis 
Being weary'd with sport,
He, for a retirement, 
To the woods did resort;
He threw by his crook, 
And he laid himself down;
He envy'd no monarch, 
Nor wish'd for a crown.

The nymph she beheld him 
With a kind modest grace,
Seeing something that pleas'd her
Beam forth in his face; 
And, blushing a little,
She to him did say, 
O shepherd, what want ye, 
How came ye this way?

His spirits reviving, 
The swain to her said,
I was ne'er sae surpris'd 
At the sight of a maid;
Until I beheld thee, 
From love I was free;
But now I'm ta'en captive, 
My fairest, by thee.