Forgo the pleasant Joys of Noon,
Tho' none so fair, her Speeches were,
Forgo me, &c.
Now at last agreed these Lovers,
She was Fair, and he was Young,
If you'll believe me I will tell you,
True love fixed lasteth long:
He said my dear and only Phear,
Bright Phœbus Beams out-shin'd the Moon;
Dulcina prays, and to him says,