Young Coridon and Phillis

Young Coridon and PhillisSat in a lovely grove;Contriving crowns of lilies;Repeat tales of love:And something else, but what I dare not name.But as they were playing,She ogled so the swain;It saved her plainly saying,Let's kiss to ease our pain:And something else, but what I dare not name.A thousand times he kissed her,Laying her on the green;But as he farther pressed her,Her pretty leg was seen:And something else, but what I dare not name.So many beauties removing,Her ardour still increased;And greater joys pursuing,He wandered o'er her breast:And something else, but what I dare not name.A last effort she trying,His passion to withstand;Cried, but it was faintly crying,Pray take away your hand:And something else, but what I dare not name.Young Coridon grown bolderThe minute would approve;This is the time he told her,To shew you how I love:And something else, but what I dare not name.The nymph seemed almost dying,Dissolved in amorous heat;She kissed, and told him sighing,My dear, your love is great:And something else, but what I dare not name.But Phillis did recoverMuch sooner than the swain;She blushing asked her lover,Shall we not kiss again:And something else, but what I dare not name.Thus love his revels keeping,Till nature at a stand;From talk they fell to sleeping,Holding each other's hand:And something else, but what I dare not name.