Classic Poem

Daphnis . The Shepheard Paris bore the Spartan Bride
By force away, and then by force enjoy'd;
But I by free consent can boast a Bliss,
A fairer Helen , and a sweeter kiss.
CHLORIS . Kisses are empty joyes and soon are o're.
DAPH . A Kiss betwixt the lips is something more.
CHLO . I wipe my mouth, and where's your kissing then?
DAPH . I swear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen.
CHLO . Go tend your Herd, and kiss your Cows at home;
I am a Maid, and in my Beauties bloom.
DAPH . 'Tis well remember'd, do not waste your time;
But wisely use it e're you pass your prime.
CHLO . Blown Roses hold their sweetness to the last,
And Raisins keep their luscious native taste.
DAPH . The Sun's too hot; those Olive shades are near;
I fain wou'd whisper something in your ear.
CHLO . 'Tis honest talking where we may be seen,
God knows what secret mischief you may mean;
I doubt you'l play the Wag and kiss agen.
DAPH . At least beneath yon' Elm you need not fear;
My Pipe's in tune, if you'r dispos'd to hear.
CHLO . Play by your self, I dare not venture thither:
You, and your naughty Pipe go hang together.
DAPH . Coy Nymph beware, lest Venus you offend:
CHLO . I shall have chaste Diana still to friend.
DAPH . You have a Soul, and Cupid has a Dart;
CHLO . Diana will defend, or heal my heart.
Nay, fie, what mean you in this open place;
Unhand me, or, I sware, I'le scratch your face.
Let go for shame; you make me mad for spight;
My mouth's my own; and if you kiss I'le bite.
DAPH . Away with your dissembling Female tricks:
What wou'd you 'scape the fate of all your Sex?
CHLO . I swear I'le keep my Maidenhead 'till death,
And die as pure as Queen Elizabeth .
DAPH . Nay mum for that; [. . .]