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112 "If so, let mine the stoln Enjoyments be; "If not, behold a willing Bride in me. The Boy knew nought of Love, and toucht with Shame, He strove, and blusht, but still the Blush became: In rising Blushes still fresh Beauties rose; The Sunny Side of Fruit such Blushes shows, And such the Moon, when all her Silver White Turns in Eclipses to a ruddy Light. The Nymph still begs, if not a nobler Bliss, A cold Salute at least, a Sister's Kiss: And now prepares to take the lovely Boy Between her Arms. He, innocently coy, Replies, "Or leave me to my self alone, "You rude uncivil Nymph, or I'll be gone. "Fair Stranger then, says she, it shall be so; And, for she fear'd his Threats, she feign'd to go: But hid within a Covert's neighbouring Green, She kept him still in sight, herself unseen. The Boy now fancies all the Danger o'er, And innocently sports about the Shore, Playful and wanton to the Stream he trips, And dips his Foot, and shivers, as he dips. The Coolness pleas'd him, and with eager haste His airy Garments on the Banks he cast; His Godlike Features, and his Heav'nly Hue, And all his Beauties were expos'd to View. His naked Limbs the Nymph with Rapture spies, While hotter Passions in her Bosom rise, Flush in her Cheeks, and sparkle in her Eyes. She longs, she burns to clasp him in her Arms, And looks, and sighs, and kindles at his Charms. Now all undrest upon the Banks he stood, And clapt his Sides, and leapt into the Flood: His lovely Limbs the Silver Waves divide, His Limbs appear more lovely through the Tide; As