Come Cloris, leave thy wandring sheep

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.