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T Shepherd Adonis being weary’d with ſport,

He for a retirement to the woods did reſort,

He threw by this club, and he laid himſelf down;

He envy’d no monarch, nor wiſh’d for a crown:

He drank of the burn, and he ate frae the tree;

Himſelf he enjoy’d, and frae trouble was free:

He wiſh’d for no nymph, though never ſae fair,

Had nae love or ambition, and therefore nae care.

But as he lay thus, in an ev’ning ſae clear,

A heav’nly ſweet voice ſounded ſaft in his ear,

Which came frae a ſhady green neighbouring grove

Where bonny Amynta ſat ſinging of love:

The nymph ſhe beheld him with a kind modeſt grace,

Seeing ſomething that pleas’d her appear in his face;

With bluſhing a little ſhe unto him did ſay,

O ſhepherd! what want ye? how came you this way?

His ſpirits reviving, he to her reply’d,

I was ne’er ſae ſurpris’d at the ſight of a maid!

Until I beheld thee, from love I was free,

But now I’m ta’en captive, my faireſt, by thee, Rh