Have you e'er seen the morning sun

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.