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When first Amyntas su'd for a Kiss, My innocent Heart was tender: That tho' I pushed him away from the bliss,
My Eyes declar'd my Heart was won;I fain an artful Coyness wou'd use,Before I the Fort did Surrender:But Love wou'd suffer no more such abuse,
And soon, alas! my cheat was known:He'd sit all day, and laugh and play,A thousand pretty things would say:My hand he'd squeeze, and press my knees,Till farther on he got by degrees.
My Heart, just like a Vessel at Sea,Wou'd toss when Amyntas was near me;But ah! so cunning a Pilot was he, Thro' Doubts and fears he'd still sail on:I thought in him no danger cou'd be.
Too wisely he knows how to steer me;And soon, alas! was brought to agree, To taste of Joys before unknown:Well might he boast his Pain not lost,For soon he found the Golden Coast;Enjoy'd the Oar, and 'tach'd the shore, Touched. Where never Merchant went before.
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