A SONG in the Dutch-Love….

AMintas bid me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us,
The Sun it self, though it had strove,
It could not have betray'd us,
The place, secur'd from Humane eyes,
No other fear allows,
But, when the Wind doth gently rise,
To kiss the yeilding boughs.

Down there we sat upon the Mosse,
And did begin to play,
A thousand wanton tricks to passe
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 requir'd
To tell their am'rous tale;
On her that was already fir'd,
'Twas easie to prevail:
He did but kisse, and clasp me round,
Whilst those his thoughts expressd,
And laid me sof…ly on the ground,
Oh… who can guess the rest.