On Damon’s amorous breast repose;

Wanton⁠—on Chloe’s lip of rose,

Or make her blushing cheek a pillow for thy head.

“Be such thy haunts; these regions cold

Avoid! Nor think grown wise and old

This hoary head again thy yoke shall bear:

Remembering that my fairest years

By thee were marked with sighs and tears,