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A Song in the Dutch Lovers.
1.
A Myntas led 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 Winds that gently rise,
Do kill the yielding Boughs.
2.
Down there we sat upon the Moss,
And did begin to play
A thousand wanton tricks, to pass
The heat of all the day.
A many Kisses he did give,
And I receiv'd the same,
Which made me willing to receive
That which I dare not name.
3.
His Charming Eyes no aid requir'd
To tell their Amorous Tale;
On her that was already fir'd,
'Twas easie to prevail.
He did but kiss, and clasp me round,
Whilst those his thoughts exprest,
And laid me softly on the ground:
O who can guess the rest!
And there I took my rest.