Volume 5 — A SONG.

Writ by the Famous Mr. Nat. Lee.

PHilander and Sylvia, a gentle soft Pair, Whose business was loving, and kissing their Care; In a sweet smelling Grove went smiling along, ’Till the Youth gave a vent to his Heart with his Tongue: Ah Sylvia! said he, (and sigh’d when he spoke) Your cruel resolves will you never revoke? No never, she said, how never, he cry’d, ’Tis the Damn’d that shall only that Sentence abide. She turn’d her about to look all around, Then blush’d, and her pretty Eyes cast on the Ground; She kiss’d his warm Cheeks, then play’d with his Neck, And urg’d that his Reason his Passion would check: Ah Philander! she said, ’tis a dangerous Bliss, Ah! never ask more and I’ll give thee a Kiss; How never? he cry’d, then shiver’d all o’er, No never, she said, then tripp’d to a Bower. She stopp’d at the Wicket, he cry’d let me in, She answer’d, I wou’d if it were not a sin; Heav’n sees, and the Gods will chastise the poor Head Of Philander for this; straight Trembling he said, Heav’n sees, I confess, but no Tell-tales are there, She kiss’d him and cry’d, you’re an Atheist my Dear; And shou’d you prove false I should never endure: How never? he cry’d, and straight down he threw her. Her delicate Body he clasp’d in his Arms, He kiss’d her, he press’d her, heap’d charms upon charms; He cry’d shall I now? no never, she said, Your Will you shall never enjoy till I’m dead: Then as if she were dead, she slept and lay still, Yet even in Death bequeath’d him a smile: Which embolden’d the Youth his Charms to apply, Which he bore still about him to cure those that die.