Have you e'er seen the Morning Sun 
From fair Aurora's bosom run?
Or have you seen on Flora's Bed
The Essences of white and red?
Then you may boast, for you have seen,
My Fairer Chloris, Beauties Queen.

Have you e'er pleas'd your skilful Ears, 
With the sweet Musick of the Spheres? 
Have you e'er hear'd the Syrens sing,
Or Orpheus play to Hells black King?
If so, be happy and rejoyce,
For thou hast heard my Chloris voice.

Have you e'er smelt what Chymick Skill,
From Rose or Amber doth distill?
Have you been near that sacrifice 
The Phœnix makes before she dies? 
Then you can tell (I do presume)
My Chloris is the World's Perfume.

Have you e'er tasted what the Bee,
Steals from each fragrant Flower or Tree?
Or did you ever taste that meat,
Which Poets say that Gods did eat?
O then I will no longer doubt 
But you have found my Chloris out.