Love into Chloe’s chamber came, 
and finding there the maid asleep; 
resolved to shew her in a dream, 
the joys that happy lover’s reap.

From the true lover’s tend’rest heart, 
while real merit strikes his view; 
from the bride’s thoughts ere day depart, 
Cupid the lovely vision drew. 

And now Amyntor young and gay, 
Seem’d to kneel gently by her side. 
Such tender things he seem’d to say, 
such things as could not be deny’d.

Chloe no longer could be coy, 
nor shun the bliss he would partake. 
A while she struggl’d with the boy, 
but struggl’d so as not to wake. 

The transport o’er, in melting sighs, 
a while the fair dissolving laid. 
But waking is it thus she cries, 
Oh! who is it would die a maid.