And from thy resplendent Window discover
A Face that wou’d mortify any young Lover:
For I, like great Jove transformed, do wooe,
And am amorous Owl, to wit to wooe, to wit to wooe.
A Lover, Ads Zoz, is a sort of a Tool
That of all Things you best may compare to an Owl:
For in some dark Shades he delights still to sit,
And all the Night long he crys wo to wit.
Then rise, my bright Cloris, and d’on on slip shoe:
And hear thy amorous Owl chant, wit to wooe, wit to wooe.