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The Swain surpriz'd to see the Nymph so near,
Rises to Welcome, and to chear the Fair;
With soothing Tales of Love, the Artful Boy
Excites the Virgin to repeat the Joy:
The Fair reclining on his guilty Breast,
In Words like these her growing Griefs exprest.
Fond Youth! Alas in vain thou striv'st to ease
My troubled Mind, and lull my Soul to Peace,
Whilst hapless, I am scoff'd by ev'ry Prude,
Whose Vertue makes her Insolent, and Rude,
Cruel! Unkind—No more her Breath supply'd,
And flagging Nature for a Moment dy'd.
The frighted Youth with tender Care convey'd
Within the fragrant Bow'r the fainting Maid.
Rises to Welcome, and to chear the Fair;
With soothing Tales of Love, the Artful Boy
Excites the Virgin to repeat the Joy:
The Fair reclining on his guilty Breast,
In Words like these her growing Griefs exprest.
Fond Youth! Alas in vain thou striv'st to ease
My troubled Mind, and lull my Soul to Peace,
Whilst hapless, I am scoff'd by ev'ry Prude,
Whose Vertue makes her Insolent, and Rude,
Cruel! Unkind—No more her Breath supply'd,
And flagging Nature for a Moment dy'd.
The frighted Youth with tender Care convey'd
Within the fragrant Bow'r the fainting Maid.
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