Cease, Fond Shepherd cease desiring 
    What you never must enjoy, 
She derides your vain aspiring, 
    She to all your Sex is coy. 

Cunning Damon once pursu'd her
    Yet she never would incline, 
Strephon too as vainly woo'd her
    Though his Flocks are more than thine. 

At Diana's shrine she’s vow’d
    By the Zone around her waist, 
Thrice she bow'd, and thrice she vow'd 
    Like the Goddess to be chaste.