Or fairer flow’rs adorn the vale?
Do comelier swains now talk of love,
And cheer thee with their am’rous tale?
More sprightly youths may feel the smart,
And court thee with assiduous care;
But none of all who seek thy heart
Avows a passion more sincere.
Then haste Calista, save the swain,
Who in thy absence ever sighs;
Add fresher beauties to the plain,