The Coy Shepherdess
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Phillis and Amintas.
Fair Phillis in a wanton posture lyes
Not thinking to be seen by mortall eyes
Till accidentally Amintas came,
And see her lie, which made her blush for shame
He cast himself down by her on the Hay
And won her love, before he went away.
Tune of, Phillis on the new-made Hay, or, Amarillis.
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PHillis on the new made hay
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On a pleasant Summers day
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She in a wanton pasture lay
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thinking no Shephard nigh her
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Till Amintas came that way
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and threw himself down by her.
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At the first she was amazd
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And with blushes on him gazd
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H[e]r beau[t]y bright, did him invite
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her shape he did admire,
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Her wanton dress, could do no less,
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then set his heart on fire.
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Then Amintas mildly said
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Phillis be not now afraid
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But entertain, thy shepherd swain,
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now we are met together,
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Then I shall prize thy sparkling eyes
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that did invite me hither.
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I have rangd the Plains about
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For to find my Phillis out
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My flocks I left of joys bereft
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whilst I for thee did languish
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Tis in thy will my heart to fill,
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with joy, or else with anguish
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THen fair Phillis frowning said,
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My privacy thou hast betraid
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Therefore be gone, let me alone
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do not disturb my pleasure,
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Nor do not move thy sute of love,
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but leave me to my leasure.
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Never yet did Shepheards Swain
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On this smooth Scicilian plain
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Once dare to move my deep disdain
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by such like hold intrusion.
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Then cease thy suit tis but in vain
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I scorn such fond delusion,
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When Amintas see her frown
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Hoping still his joys to crown
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Quoth he my dear, as I am here
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I like not this behavior
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Tis Lovers bliss, to toy and kiss
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it wins a Maidens favor.
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Let us like the Ivy twine
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And our loves in one combine
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Grim Pluto loved Proserpine
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her beauty did him fetters
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When thou art mine, & I am thine,
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Il please thee ten times better
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Fye for shame fond Boy she said
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Im resolvd to live a Maid,
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Thou a[r]t too young, to do me wrong
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be not so b[o]ld to venture,
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Whilst he [p]oor youth, to speak the truth
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still aimed at the center
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Phillis blusht as red as blood
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When his mind she understood
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His bold intent for to prevent
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she usd her best endeavor,
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His resolution it was bent
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for he was loath to leave her.
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Hotly he persued the Game
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Whilst his heart was on a flame
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She cryd pish nay fye for shame
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in faith you shall not do it
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But the youth her overcame
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and eagerly fell to [i]t.
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Thus she strived all in vain
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Whilst she felt a pleasing pain,
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Yet he by no means would refrain
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but kindly did imbrace her,
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He kist his love and told her plain
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he never would disgrace her.
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In great rage she flung away
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Tumbling ore the new made hay
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Whilst he ashamd & breathless lay
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although he then displeasd her
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He rallyd and renewd the fray,
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and manfully appeasd her.
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Thus they spent this christal day
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in such wanton sports and play,
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Amintias there, imbract his Dear
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And bid her be light-heatred
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But night being come they hasted home
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and kindly kist and parted.
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