Of a fierce Desire,
Indulge my Soul, compleat my Bliss;
But th' affected coldness
Of Cælia damps my boldness,
I must bow, protest and Vow,
And swear aloud, I wou'd be Proud,
When she with equal Ardour longs to Kiss:
Bring a Bowl, then bring a Jolly Bowl,
I'll quench fond Love within it;
With flowing Cups I'll raise my Soul,