I
As Amoret and Thyrsis, lay
Melting the Hours, in gentle Play;
Joining Faces, mingling Kisses,
And exchanging harmless Blisses:
He, trembling, cry'd, with eager haste,
O let me feed as well as taste,
I die, if I'm not wholly blest.

II
The fearful Nymph reply'd -- Forbear:
I cannot, dare not, must not hear
Dearest Thyrsis, do not move me,
Do not -- do not -- if you love me.
O let me -- still, the shepherd said;
But while she fond Resistance made,
The hasty Joy, in strugling fled.

III
Vex'd at the pleasure she had mist,
She frown'd and blush'd, then sigh'd and kist,
And seem'd to moan in sullen Cooing,
The sad miscarriage of their Wooing.
But vain alas! were all her Charms;
For Thyrsis deaf to loves alarms,
Baffled and senseless, tir'd her Arms.