A Dialogue between Daphne and Strephon

Strephon:

Come, my Daphne, come away,

We do waste the crystal day.

Daphne:

'Tis Strephon calls; what would my love?

Strephon:

Come follow to the myrtle grove,

where Venus shall prepare

new chaplets for thy hair.

Daphne:

Were I shut up within a tree,

I'd rend my bark to follow thee.

Strephon:

My shepherdess make haste,

the minutes slide so fast.

Daphne:

In those cooler shades will I

blind as Cupid kiss your eye.

Strephon:

In thy bosom then I'll stray,

in such warm snow who would not lose his way?

Both:

We'll laugh and leave this world behind,

and gods themselves that see

shall envy thee and me,

but never find such joys when they embrace a deity.