chapter  3
A Song to a Scotish tune.
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I Come my Phillis, let us improve, Both our joy of equal love, Whilst we in yonder shady Grove, Count Minutes by our kisses. 5 See the Flowers how sweetly they spread, And each displayes his coloured head, To make for us a fragrant Bed, To practise o’re new blisses. The Sun it self, with love does conspire, 10 And sends abroad his ardent fire, And kindly seems to bid us retire; And shade us from his Glory. Then fairest come, and do not fear, All that your Slave desires there, 15 Is Phillis, what you love to hear Him say; that he does adore you. II Ah! Phillis, if you love me so, As you perswaded me long ago, Why should you now refuse to do, 20 What you so oft have vow’d me; Did I e’re your bounty abuse, Or [your] severest commands refuse: Nay rather choose to languish then to lose The perfect respect I ow’d to you, 25 Yet Phillis, some reward is due, To him who dayly does renew The passion which he has for you [And] is a faithfull Lover, Then come to my dearest be not shy, 30 Thou knowst my heart, and my secresie 8 Wait not this oppertunity, When none can our joyes, discover. III Phillis, in vain you shed these tears, Why do you blush, which speak your fears, 35 There’s none but your Amintas hears. What means this pretty passion, Can you fear your fancies will cloy, Those that the blessings do injoy, Oh, no such needless fears destroy; 40 This niceties out of Fashion, When thou hast don, by Pan I sware, Thou wilt unto mine eyes appear, A thousand times more charming and fair; Then thou weart to my first desire, 45 That smile was kind: and now thou’rt wise, To throw away that coy disguise: And by the vigor of thy eyes, Declare thy youth and fire.