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

Oh! could I change my form like Jove,
In show'rs like him, I'de feast my Love,
And mingling with the waters play,
Around Zelinda's breast as they.
Ah! happy waves you may at large,
Sport in the bosom of your Charge,
Survey her Limbs and all her Charms;
And wanton in her Virgin Arms.
Be civil yet and have a care,
You be'nt, too Saucy with my fair,

Your Rival I shall jealous grow,
Nor can one eager touch allow;
You wildly rove, you kiss, embrace
Her body and reflect her face.
You're too Officious, and presume,
To wander where you should not come.
You croud too thick, you stay too long,
You hurt her with your eager throng;
But warm her into Love and stay,
It shall excuse your bold delay,
Soften her frozen heart and Move,
Zelinda's Soul to think of Love:
Ah! melt her brest, for pitty, do,
That I may be as blest as you.