Then come in a-doors to make love,
The air will destroy your fine feeling;
Don't talk of the powers above,
Love thrives the best under a ceiling.
Chilly mortals, cold and stupid!
What have they to do with Cupid?

Love a pleasing warmth imparts;
Cupid fires us with his darts;
Hymen (hail his sacred name!)
Lights his torch and feeds the flame;
Can we then be cold and stupid,
Hymen now unites with Cupid?
This talk is so fine
Of people divine,
'Tis not for a servant's digestion;
What are powers above?
Give me solid love,
And leave the gods out of the question.
Sighing lovers, oh, how stupid,
Wasting time to talk of Cupid!