Such Songs as make not the least ods
Betwixt us _mortals_ and the _Gods_:
Such Songs as _Virgins_ need not fear
To sing, or a grave _Matron_ hear.
Here's _love_ drest _neat_, and _chast_, and _gay_
As _gardens_ in the month of _May_;
Here's harmony, and _Wit_, and _Art_,
To raise thy _thoughts_, and chear thy _heart_.

DORUS.

_Written by whom?_

DAMAN.

A friend of mine,
And one that's worthy to be thine:
A Civil _Swain_, that knows his times
For business, and that done makes Rhymes;
But not till then: my Friend's a man
Lov'd by the Muses; dear to _Pan_:
He blest him with a chearful heart:
And they with this sharp wit and Art,
Which he so tempers, as no _Swain_,
That's loyal, does or mould complain.

DORUS.

I wou'd fain see him: