Daphne and Strephon

Strephon. Come, my Daphne, come away,
We do waste the crystal day;
'Tis Strephon calls.

Daphne. What would my love?

Strephon. Come, follow to the myrtle grove,
Where Venus shall prepare
New chaplets for thy hair.
Daphne. Were I shut up within a tree,
I'd rend my bark to follow thee.

Strephon. My shepherdess, make haste,
The minutes fly too fast.
Daphne. In these cooler shades will I,
Blind as Cupid, kiss thine eye.
Strephon. In thy perfumed bosom then I'll stray;
In such warm snow who would not lose his way?

Chorus. We'll laugh and leave the world behind;
And gods themselves that see
Shall envy thee and me,
But never find
Such joys when they embrace a deity.