Amintas and Claudia:
Or, The Merry Shepherdess,
Shewing whateve[r] he from Vertue did not draw,
She circumvented with a ha, ha, ha,
To the Tune, called, Calm was the Evening, and Clear was the Skie.
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CAlm was the Evening and clear was the Sky
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when the new budding flowers do spring,
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When all alone went Amintas and I,
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to hear the sweet Nightingals sing;
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I sate and he laid him down by me,
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and scarcely his breath he could draw,
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But when with a fear,
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He began to draw near,
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He was dasht with a ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha,
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ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
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He blusht to himself, and lay still for a while
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and his modesty curbd his desire,
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But strait I convincd all his fears with a smile
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and added new flames to his fire:
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Ah Silvia said he, thou art cruel,
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to keep thy poor lover in awe,
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And once more he prest,
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His hands to my breast,
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But was dasht with a, etc.
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I know twas his passion which caused all his fear
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and therefore I pittied his case,
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I whispered him softly, there was no body near,
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and I laid my cheek close to his face:
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But as he grew bolder and bolder,
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a Shepherd came by us and saw,
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And just as our bliss,
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Began with a kiss.
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He burst out, etc.
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Come my own dear, lets retire a while,
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and hasten us down to the Grove,
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Wherein some shade:
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That nature hath made,
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Wel make a rehearsal of love,
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And when with love tales we are tired,
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and occasion does bid us withdraw,
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We then from our seat,
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Will make a retreat,
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And laugh out, etc.
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I Having consented, away we did go,
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and found out the thick of the Wood;
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But when we came there,
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I began for to fear,
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His meaning portended no good:
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My beauty likewise he would oftentimes praise
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for the rarest thar ever he saw,
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And there he would skip,
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From my hand to my lip.
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but was dasht with a ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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Sometimes he woud sigh, and somtimes he woud weep
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and pray me to pitty his case;
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But I found out by that
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What he would be at,
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His meaning I read in his face;
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I bid him desist and give over his suit,
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For I told him my Will was a law,
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And if he were pleasd
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To have his pain easd,
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He must laugh. etc.
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You know said Amintas how long I have lovd,
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and ever restrain my desire,
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And now with your scorn,
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Which cannot be born,
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You seek to extinguish my fire;
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My vertue will justifie all that I do,
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to keep you at distance and awe:
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And pour loose desire,
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Will sooner expire,
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Then mirth, etc.
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He sat like a Mute, and was still for a while,
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consulting what answer to make,
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When all in bast,
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He imbraced my Wast,
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And no more my denyals would take.
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He vowd though my heart it were frozen,
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his indeavor hed use, it to thaw;
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If the heat of your blood,
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Coud do any good.
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Which made, etc.
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I found that his passion began to Rebel,
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and Reason no more could prevail,
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Thought I to myself,
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I am now on a shelf.
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And know not which way for to sail;
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But if by my Policy I can get off,
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and my honor preserve without flaw,
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Ile ingage me no more,
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On such dangerous shore,
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But at home, etc.
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I used some perswasions that Evening was nigh,
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for the Sun it began to decline,
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And fearing some Swain,
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Of the Neighboring plain,
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Might come for to water his Kine;
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I prays him return and walk softly along,
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when twas dark id submit to his law,
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Where in my own Bower,
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For the space of an hour
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He shoud kiss, etc.
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His thoughts being transported with joy, he conceivd
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nere feard, but my promise id keep
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But instead of a Wench,
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He sonnd such a Trench.
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As charmd all his sences a sleep:
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The vertue whereof through his vitals disperst
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and his faculties purer did draw;
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And when I had done,
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Away I did run,
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And laught out with a ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
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