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A Pastoral Courtship.
Come, my Dear Love, into this Grove,
This Paradise shall cover
The secret Pleasures of our Love,
Which we will here discover.
This Paradise shall cover
The secret Pleasures of our Love,
Which we will here discover.
See how the Trees do bend their Boughs,
And silent murmuring make,
Whilst the inviting Shade allows
A place to recreate.
And silent murmuring make,
Whilst the inviting Shade allows
A place to recreate.
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The pleasant Birds do sit and sing,
No cause of sorrow's here,
Here nothing lurks will terror bring
To Hare or timerous Deer.
No cause of sorrow's here,
Here nothing lurks will terror bring
To Hare or timerous Deer.
The pretty cooing Turtles take
This place for their delight,
And an inviting moaning make,
Nor fear the ravenous Kite.
This place for their delight,
And an inviting moaning make,
Nor fear the ravenous Kite.
And all stand wond'ring and admire
That we delay so long,
The gentle Choire of Birds conspire
To please us with a Song.
That we delay so long,
The gentle Choire of Birds conspire
To please us with a Song.
But why so coy? thou needst not fear,
No danger's in this Grove,
Venus her self did here enjoy
The Pleasures of her love.
No danger's in this Grove,
Venus her self did here enjoy
The Pleasures of her love.
Come let me kiss those Lips, those Eyes
That Captivate my Heart,
And are to me a Paradise
Beyond the power of Art.
That Captivate my Heart,
And are to me a Paradise
Beyond the power of Art.
O let me touch those milk-white Breasts,
Which like the Alps appear,
Which never yet fond Love hath prest
To make his Vintage there.
Which like the Alps appear,
Which never yet fond Love hath prest
To make his Vintage there.
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Come let that Belly, which might well
A Stoick's courage move,
Which does so far, dear Love, excel,
Receive the stamp of Love.
A Stoick's courage move,
Which does so far, dear Love, excel,
Receive the stamp of Love.
So, do not blush, the buding Rose
That hangs upon the Tree,
Retains his glory, though the Nose
Has ravisht its Virginity.
That hangs upon the Tree,
Retains his glory, though the Nose
Has ravisht its Virginity.
Come do not grieve, thou needst not fear,
This place will all conceal,
There's none can know what we did here,
Our Pleasures to reveal.
This place will all conceal,
There's none can know what we did here,
Our Pleasures to reveal.
Nor does thy Angels Beauty seem
Less lovely than before,
For then thy Face but here and there
A little Cupid bore.
Less lovely than before,
For then thy Face but here and there
A little Cupid bore.
But now ten thousand Cupids crown
That heavenly Face of thine,
Angellick Essence flowing down
Has made thee quite Divine.
That heavenly Face of thine,
Angellick Essence flowing down
Has made thee quite Divine.
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Therefore each day we'll try the Power
What charms of Love can do,
And create Pleasures for each Hour,
Until the Gods shall sue,
My Joy, my Paradise, to Worship you.
What charms of Love can do,
And create Pleasures for each Hour,
Until the Gods shall sue,
My Joy, my Paradise, to Worship you.
Ite triumphales circum mea tempora lauri
Vicimus, in nostro est ecce Corinna sinu.
Vicimus, in nostro est ecce Corinna sinu.
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