Volume 5 — A Song: Set by Mr. Clarke.
Reading edition
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YOung Coridon and Phillis Sate in a lovely Grove; Contriving Crowns of Lillies, Repeating Tales of Love: And something else, but what I dare not, &c. But as they were a Playing, She oagled so the Swain; It say’d her plainly saying, Let’s kiss to ease our Pain: And something else, &c. A thousand times he kiss’d her, Laying her on the Green; But as he farther press’d her, Her pretty Leg was seen: And something else, &c. So many Beauties removing, His Ardour still increas’d; And greater Joys pursuing, He wander’d o’er her Breast: And something else, &c. A last Effort she trying, His Passion to withstand; Cry’d, but it was faintly crying, Pray take away your Hand: And something else, &c. Young Coridon grown bolder, The Minute would improve; This is the Time he told her, To shew you how I love; And something else, &c. The Nymph seem’d almost dying, Dissolv’d in amorous Heat; She kiss’d, and told him sighing, My Dear your Love is great: And something else, &c. But Phillis did recover Much sooner than the Swain; She blushing ask’d her Lover, Shall we not Kiss again: And something else, &c. Thus Love his Revels keeping, ’Till Nature at a stand; From talk they fell to Sleeping, Holding each others Hand; And something else, &c.
