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Pleasant and Diver tive. 1 6 1
CAlrn was the Ev'ning, and clear was the Sky,
And the sweet budding Flowers did spring ;
When all alone went Amyntor, and I,
To hear the sweet Nightingale sing ;
I sate, and he laid him down by me
And scarcely his breath he could draw :
But when with a fear, he began to come near,
He was dash'd with a Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
He blush'd to himself, and laid still for a while,
His modesty curb'd his desire :
But straight I convinc'd all his fears with a smile,
And added new flames to his fire,
Ah, Sylvia I said he, you are cruel,
To keep your poor Lover in awe ;
Then once more he prest, with his hand to my breast,
But was dash'd with a Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
I knew it was his Passion that caused his fear,
And therefore I pity'd his case ;
I whisper'd him softly, there's no body near,
And laid my Cheek close to his face :
But as we grow bolder and bolder,
A Shepherd came by us and saw :
And straight as our bliss, began with a kiss,
He laught out with a Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
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