Come Cloris, leave thy wandring sheep, 
Thou shalt more amorous creatures keep, 
And be the only envi'd dame, 
That moves upon this grassie frame: 
For thou shalt heards of Cupids have, 
And love and I will be thy slave. 

Nymphs, Satyrs, and the Sylvian Fawns,
Shall leave the woods and narrow Lawns,
To wait on Cloris, and adore
Their Cytherea, now no more
The name of Cloris shall create
A servitude in every state.

In yonder Mertill grove wee'le dwell
With more content then tongue can tell,
Where hungry Moules shall not afright
Thy tender Lambs, or thee by night:
There we the wanton theeves will play,
And steale each others hearts away.