She whisper’d in young Strephon’s ear,
When Delia seem’d to frown,
That soon she’d change that look severe,
And all his wishes crown.
Lull’d in her soft, alluring chain,
His success did prevent;
Till Delia found an active swain,
And left him to lament.
Poor Chloe’s comrade, air and late,
While pow’rs she had to charm;