She warbled forth this doleful Tune;
Oh come again sweet Shepherd Swain,
Thou can'st not be with us too soon.
When as Thetis in her place,
Had receiv'd the Prince of light;
Came in Coridon the Shepherd,
To his Love and Heart's delight:
Then Pan did play, the Wood-Nymphs they
Did skip and dance to hear the Tune;
Hymen did say 'tis Holy-day,