Amyntas led me to a grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us:
The Sun it self, though it had strove,
Yet could not have betray'd us.
The place secure from humane eyes,
No other fear allows;
But when the Winds that gently rise
Do kiss the yielding boughs.
Down there we sat upon the Moss,
And did begin to play
A thousand wanton tricks, to pa**
The heat of all the day.
A many kisses he did give,
And I return'd the same:
Which made me willing to receive,
That which I dare not name.
His Charming Eyes no Aid required,
To tell their amorous tale;
On her that was already fir'd,
'Twas easie to prevail.
He did but kiss, and clasp me round,
Whilst they his thoughts Exprest:
And lay'd me gently on the ground;
Ah! who can guess the rest?