Ch loe, you write to me for Coin,
And in Return I send you Wine;
Like Wealth, its Pow'r is equally divine,
E'en stick to that, 'twill make you merry,
For mine or other's Absence chear ye;
That softens ev'ry Nymph that's cruel,
For mellow Venus is a Jewel.

So Ariadne , when her Wanderer,
False Theseus, left her, wash'd off Grief and Care,
Enjoy'd God Bacchus , and became a Star.