Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Oh! 'tis sweet, 'tis wondrous sweet,
When I and Amarilis meet,
In a fragrant Shady Grove,
Full of Wishes, full of Love:
Oh! What pretty things we say,
How the Minutes fly away,
When with glances mingling Kisses,
We prepare for softer Blisses;
On some Mossey-bank we lye,
Play and touch, imbrace and dye:
Then from little feuds and jars,
We proceed to Amorous Wars.

Oh! how many Heavens we find,
I am Young and she is Kind.
Kind and Free without design,
Mine at Will, and only mine;
Smiling always, always toying;
Ever fond, yet never cloying;
Could the coldest Hermit see
Half the sweets Enjoy'd by me.
Happy once to see her Eyes,
Press her Lips, and hear her Sighs,
Clasp her Wast, and touch her Skin,
Soon he would forget the Sin,
All his darling hopes of Bliss
In a distant Paradise,
All with ease he would resign
For a minute's taste of mine.