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| O ’TIS sweet, ’tis wondrous sweet | |
| When I and Amaryllis meet | |
| In a fragrant shady grove, | |
| Full of wishes, full of love. | |
| O what pretty things we say! | 5 |
| How the minutes fly away! | |
| When, with glances mingling kisses, | |
| We prepare for softer blisses; | |
| On some mossy bank we lie, | |
| Play and touch, embrace and die; | 10 |
| Then from little feuds and jars | |
| We proceed to amorous wars; | |
| O how many heavens we find! | |
| I am young and she is kind, | |
| Kind and free without design, | 15 |
| Mine at will and only mine; | |
| Smiling always, always toying, | |
| Ever fond, yet never cloying. | |
| Could the coldest hermit see | |
| Half the sweets enjoyed by me; | 20 |
| Happy once to see her eyes, | |
| Press her lips and hear her sighs, | |
| Clasp her waist and touch her skin, | |
| Soon he would forget the sin: | |
| All his darling hopes of bliss | 25 |
| In a distant Paradise, | |
| All with ease he would resign | |
| For a minute’s taste of mine. | |
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