Describes the Place Where Cynthia Is Sporting Her Self

BEhold you' Hill, how it is swell'd with pride,
And that aspiring Oak upon its side,
With how much scorn they overlook the Plain,
Proud of the lovely Guest they entertain.

See with what hast those Crystal Springs do flow,
T'incorporate with the Silver Brook below;
There does my wanton Cynthia sporting stand,
Printing her Footsteps on the yielding sand.

Look Thyrsis how she fills with Joy the place,
She Baths her Feet, and views her Angels Face;
Sure I've a Rival of that amorous Hill,
And those are streams of tears which thence distill.