[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
YOung Corydon and Phillis
Sat in a lovely grove,
Contriving crowns of lillies,
Repeating tales of love,
And something else, but what, I dare not name.
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But as they were a playing,
She ogled so the swain,
It sav’d her plainly saying,
Let’s kiss to ease our pain, &c.
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A thousand times he kiss’d her,
Upon the flowery green;
But as he further prest her,
A pretty leg was seen, &c.
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So many beauties viewing,
His ardour still increas’d;
And, greater joys pursuing,
He wander’d o’er her breast, &c.
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A last effort the trying,
His passion to withstand,
Cry’d, (but ‘twas faintly crying)
Pray take away your hand, &c.
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Young Corydon grown bolder,
The minutes wou’d improve;
This is the time, he told her,
To shew how much I love, &c.
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The nymph seem’d almost dying,
Dissolv’d in am’rous heat;
She kiss’d, and told him sighing,
My dear, your love is great, &c.
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But Phillis did recover,
Much sooner than the swain;
She blushing, ask’d her lover,
Shall we not kiss again, &c.
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Thus love his revels keeping,
Till nature at a stand,
From talk they fell to sleeping,
Holding each others hand, &c.
