Eccho sounded thro' the Rocks:
Thus did he play, and wish'd the Day,
Were spent, and Night were come e'er Noon;
The silent Night, Love's delight,
I'll go to Fair Dulcina soon.
Beauties darling, fair Dulcina,
Like to Venus for her Love,
Spent away the Day in Passion,
Mourning like the Turtle-Dove:
Melodiously, Notes low and high,