The Works of Mr. Robert Gould In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould] |
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A Pastoral Dialogue.
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SONG IV. A Pastoral Dialogue.
HE.You tell me, Fair one, that you Love,
Now is the Time your Faith to prove:
Come, let us walk to yonder Grove.
SHE.
'Tis late, I'm not for walking now:
I love you Shepherd, that I vow;
O is not loving you enow?
HE.
Thou dost blaspheme the Heav'nly Boy
In being thus unjustly Coy;
You cannot Love and not Enjoy.
SHE.
Alas! I am not yet Fifteen,
Too young to tell what 'tis you mean:
What Tast is there in Fruit that's green?
HE.
And Fifteen, pretty Love, with Thee,
Is equal to a Score with me—
Or, if you doubt me—come and see.
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I know not where Enjoyment lies,
Unless it be in wishing Eyes,
Quick heaving Breasts, and balmy Sighs.
HE.
O there is more! much more behind!
Delight and Transport unconfin'd!
All Heav'n it self—If thou art kind!
SHE.
Why do you gaze and tremble so?
You squeeze my Hand, your Face does glow,
And now, methinks, I tremble too!
HE.
Then 'tis with Chillness; if the Fire
I feel had seiz'd you, you'd retire,
And meet my Warmth with like Desire.
SHE.
No! no! I've nothing in me cold:
A tingling Bliss is thro' me roll'd,
I feel it—but it can't be told!
HE.
O then, while Love and Joy require,
And Time's indulgent to Desire;
O stay not till the God retire!
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Nay do not hurry me away;
I dare not go—and wou'd not stay— [Aside.
If you but lov'd me you'd obey.
HE.
I will not injure you I vow,
Nor do no more than you allow—
Ah! can you, Dear, distrust me now?
SHE.
I'll try you:—But don't force me on.
If any Mischief shou'd be done,
I'll go with you no more alone.
[Exeunt.
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