Full Lyrics
A silly sylvan, kissing heav'nborn fire,
Scorchèd his lips for his so fond desire:
I, not so fond, but gazed whilst such fire burned,
And all my heart straight into flames was turned.
The sylvan justly suffered for his kiss,
His fire was stol'n, and stol'n things go amiss;
But I, alas! unjustly; for to have her,
Her heav'nly fire the Gods and Graces gave her.
