The shepherd Adonis

The shepherd Adonis

Being weary'd with sport,

He, for a retirement,

To the woods did resort;

He threw by his crook,

And he laid himself down;

He envy'd no monarch,

Nor wish'd for a crown.

The nymph she beheld him

With a kind modest grace,

Seeing something that pleas'd her

Beam forth in his face;

And, blushing a little,

She to him did say,

O shepherd, what want ye,

How came ye this way?

His spirits reviving,

The swain to her said,

I was ne'er sae surpris'd

At the sight of a maid;

Until I beheld thee,

From love I was free;

But now I'm ta'en captive,

My fairest, by thee.