1.

I Love, and am belov'd again,
Strephon no more shall sigh in vain;
I've try'd his Faith, and found him true,
And all my Coyness bid adieu.

2.

I love, and am belov'd again,
Yet still my Thyrsis shall complain;
I'm sure he's mine, while I refuse him,
But when I yield, I fear to lose him.
1. Men will grow faint with tedious Fasting.
2. And both will tire with often Tasting,
When they find the Bliss not lasting.
1. Love is compleat in kind Possessing.
2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the Blessing.

Chorus of both.

Then let us beware how far we consent,
Too soon when we yield, too late we repent;
'Tis Ignorance makes Men admire:
And granting Desire,
We feed not the Fire,
But make it more quickly expire.