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.