Monarch Love, resistless boy,

With whom the rosy Queen of Joy,

And nymphs, whose eyes have Heaven's hue,

Disporting tread the mountain-dew;

Propitious, oh! receive my sighs,

Which, glowing with entreaty, rise

That thou wilt whisper to the breast

Of her I love thy soft behest:

And counsel her to learn from thee.

That lesson thou hast taught to me.

Ah! if my heart no flattery tell,

Thou'lt own I've learned that lesson well!