Classic Poem

Young Coridon and Phillis
Sate in a Lovely Grove;
Contriving Crowns of Lillies,
Repeating Tales of Love:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

But as they were a Playing,
She oagled so the Swain;
It sav'd her plainly saying
Let's kiss to ease our Pain:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

A thousand times he kiss'd her,
Laying her on the Green;
But as he farther press'd her,
Her pretty Leg was seen:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

So many Beauties removing,
His Ardour still increas'd;
And greater Joys pursuing,
He wander'd o'er her Breast:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

A last Effort she trying,
His passion to withstand;
Cry'd, but it was faintly crying,
Pray take away your Hand:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

The Nymph seem'd almost dying,
Dissolv'd in amorous heat;
She kiss'd and told him sighing,
My Dear your Love is great:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

But Phillis did recover
Much sooner than the Swain;
She blushing ask'd her Lover,
Shall we not kiss again:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

Thus Love his Revels keeping,
'Til Nature at a stand;
From talk they fell to Sleeping,
Holding each others Hand;
And something else, but what I dare not name.