The Stolen Kiss

On a mossy bank reclin'd,

Beauteous Chloe lay reposing,

O'er her breast each am'rous wind

Wanton play'd, its sweets disclosing:

Tempted with the dwelling charms,

Colin, happy swain, drew nigh her,

Softly stole into her arms,

Laid his scrip and sheep-hook by her.

O'er her downy panting breast

His delighted fingers roving;

To her lips his lips he prest,

In the extasy of loving:

Chloe, waken'd with his kiss,

Pleas'd, yet frowning to conceal it,

Cry'd, true lovers share the bliss;

Why then, Colin, wou'd you steal it?