Strephon with his Lisbea lay;
Both to mutual Joys enclin'd,
Let their Inclinations stray:
As the curling Vines embracing,
Fondly of the Oak around;
So the blooming Nymphs caressing,
Of her Swain with pleasure crown'd.
How surpriz'd were ev'ry Swain,
When they found the Nymph engaged;
Disappointment heighten'd Pain,