Amyntas led me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us;
The Sun it self, though it had Strove,
It could not have betrayd us:
The place securd from humane Eyes,
No other fear allows.
But when the Winds that gently rise,
Doe Kiss the yielding Boughs.
Down there we satt upon the Moss,
And id begin to play
A Thousand Amorous Tricks, to pass
The heat of all the day.
A many Kisses he did give:
And I returnd the same
Which made me willing to receive
That which I dare not name.
His Charming Eyes no Aid requird
To tell their softning Tale;
On her that was already fird
Twas easy to prevaile.
He did but Kiss and Clasp me round,
Whilst those his thoughts Exprest:
And layd me gently on the Ground;
Ah who can guess the rest?