'Tis well remembered; do not waste your time,
But wisely use it ere you pass your prime.
CHLORIS.
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last,
And raisins keep their luscious native taste.
DAPHNIS.
The sun's too hot; those olive shades are near;
I fain would whisper something in your ear.
CHLORIS.
'Tis honest talking where we may be seen; } God knows what secret mischief you may mean;} I doubt you'll play the wag, and kiss again.}
DAPHNIS.
At least beneath yon elm you need not fear;
My pipe's in tune, if you're disposed to hear.
CHLORIS.