We young people in the shade
⁠Sat one sultry day;
Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox'
⁠With us sought to play.

Each one of my friends then sat
⁠By his mistress dear;
Cupid, blowing out the torch,
⁠Said: "The taper's here!"

Then we quickly sent around
⁠The expiring brand;
Each one put it hastily
⁠In his neighbour's hand.

Dorilis then gave it me,
⁠With a scoffing jest;
Sudden into flame it broke,
⁠By my fingers pressed.

And it singed my eyes and face,
⁠Set my breast on fire;
Then above my head the blaze
⁠Mounted ever higher.

Vain I sought to put it out;
⁠Ever burned the flame;
'Stead of dying, soon the Fox
⁠Livelier still became.