Coridon and Phyllis

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 name.

But as they were a Playing,

She oagled so the Swain;

It sav'd her plainly saying,

Let's kiss to ease our Pain;

And something else, but what I dare not name.

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, but what I dare not name.

So many Beauties removing,

His Ardour still increas'd

And greater Joys pursuing,

He wander'd o'er her Breast:

And something else, but what I dare not name.

A last Effort she trying,

His Passion to withstand;

Cry'd, but it was faintly crying,

Pray take away your Hand:

And something else, but what I dare not name.

Young Coridon grown bolder,

The Minute would improve;

This is the Time he told her,

To shew you how I love;

And something else, but what I dare not name.

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, but what I dare not name.

But Phillis did recover

Much sooner than the Swain;

She blushing ask'd her Lover,

Shall we not Kiss again:

And something else, but what I dare not name.

Thus Love his Revels keeping,

'Till Nature at a stand;

From talk they fell to Sleeping,

Holding each others Hand;

And something else, but what I dare not name.