The Tutor

Come, my fairest, learn of me,

Learn to give and take the bliss;

Come, my love here's none but we,

I'll instruct thee how to kiss.

Why turn from me that dear face?

Why that blush, and down-cast eye?

Come, come, meet my fond embrace,

And the mutual rapture try.

Throw thy lovely twining arms

Round my neck, or round my waist;

And whilst I devour thy charms,

Let me closely be embrac'd;

Then when soft ideas rise,

And the gay desires grow strong;

Let them sparkle in thy eyes,

Let them murmur from thy tongue.

To my breast with rapture cling,

Look with transport on my face,

Kiss me, press me, every thing

To endear the fond embrace.

Every tender name of love,

In soft whispers let me hear;

And let speaking nature prove

Every extasy sincere.