When thou shalt be a little Deity on Earth.
Clo. I know not what it is to dwell in Courts,
But sure it must be fine, since you are there;
Yet I could wish you were an humble Shepherd,
And knew no other Palace than this Cottage;
Where I would weave you Crowns, of Pinks and Daisies,
And you should be a Monarch every May.
Fred. And, Cloris, I could be content to sit
With thee, upon some shady River’s Bank,
To hear thee sing, and tell a Tale of Love.