PHILLIS on the new made hay, | |
| On a pleasant Summer’s day, | |
| She in a wanton posture lay, | |
| Thinking no Shepherd nigh her, | |
| Till Amintas came that way, | 5 |
| And threw himself down by her. | |
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| At the first she was amaz’d, | |
| And with blushes on him gaz’d; | |
| Her beauty bright did him invite, | |
| Her shape he did admire; | 10 |
| Her wanton dress could do no less | |
| Then set his heart on fire. | |
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| Then Amintas mildly said, | |
| “Phillis, be not now afraid, | |
| But entertain, thy shepherd swain, | 15 |
| Now we are met together; | |
| Then I shall prize thy sparkling eyes | |
| That did invite me hither. | |
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| “I have rang’d the Plains about | |
| For to find my Phillis out; | 20 |
| My flocks I left, of joys bereft, | |
| Whilst I for thee did languish; | |
| ’Tis in thy will my heart to fill | |
| With joy, or else with anguish.” | |
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| Then fair Phillis, frowning said, | 25 |
| “My privacy thou hast betrayed, | |
| Therefore be gone, let me alone, | |
| Do not disturb my pleasure; | |
| Nor do not move thy suit of love, | |
| But leave me to my leisure. | 30 |
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| “Never yet did shepherd swain, | |
| On this smooth Sicilian plain, | |
| Once dare to move my deep disdain | |
| By such like bold intrusion; | |
| Then cease thy suit, ’tis but in vain, | 35 |
| I scorn such fond delusion.” | |
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| When Amintas sees her frown, | |
| Hoping still his joys to crown, | |
| Quoth he, “My dear, as I am here, | |
| I like not this behaviour; | 40 |
| ’Tis lover’s bliss to toy and kiss, | |
| It wins a maiden’s favor. | |
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| “Let us, like the ivy twine, | |
| And our loves in one combine; | |
| Grim Pluto loved Proserpine, | 45 |
| Her beauty did him fetter; | |
| When thou art mine, and I am thine, | |
| I’ll please thee ten times better.” | |
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| “Fie! for shame, fond boy,” she said, | |
| “I’m resolv’d to live a maid; | 50 |
| Thou art too young, to do me wrong, | |
| Be not so bold to venture.” | |
| Whilst he poor youth, to speak the truth, | |
| Still aimed at the center. | |
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| Phillis blushed as red as blood, | 55 |
| When his mind she understood; | |
| His bold intent for to prevent, | |
| She used her best endeavour; | |
| His resolution it was bent, | |
| For he was loath to leave her. | 60 |
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| Hotly he pursued the game, | |
| Whilst his heart was on a flame; | |
| She cry’d, “Pish, nay, fie, for shame! | |
| In faith you shall not do it!” | |
| But the youth her overcame, | 65 |
| And eagerly fell to it. | |
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| Thus she strived all in vain, | |
| Whilst she felt a pleasing pain; | |
| Yet he by no means would refrain, | |
| But kindly did embrace her; | 70 |
| He kissed his love and told her plain | |
| He never would disgrace her. | |
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| In great rage she flung away, | |
| Tumbling o’er the new-made hay; | |
| Whilst he asham’d and breathless lay, | 75 |
| Although he then displeas’d her; | |
| He rallied and renew’d the fray, | |
| And manfully appeas’d her. | |
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| Thus they spent this crystal day | |
| In such wanton sports and play; | 80 |
| Amintas there, embrac’d his dear, | |
| And bid her be light-hearted; | |
| But night being come, they hasted home, | |
| And kindly kiss’d and parted. | |
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