Tell me not Celia once did Bless
Another Mortal's Arms;
That cannot make My Passion less,
Nor mitigate Her Charms.

Shall I refuse to quench My Thirst,
Depending Life to save,
Because some droughty Shepherd first
Has kiss'd the smiling Wave?

No, no; methinks 'tis wond'rous Great,
And suits a Noble Blood,
To have in Love , as well as State ,
A Taster to Our Food .