Her husband Elm in stricter folds:
To cool my fervent thirst, I sip
Delicious nectar from her lip.
She pledges, and so often past
This amorous health, till Love at last
Our souls did with these pleasures sate,
80And equally inebriate.
Awhile, our senses stol'n away,
Lost in this ecstasy we lay,
Till both together rais'd to life,