With him _Philander_, who nere paid A Sigh or Tear to any Maid: So innocent and young he is, He cannot guess what Passion is. But all the Love he ever knew, On _Lycidas_ he does bestow: Who pays his Tenderness again, Too Amorous for a Swain to a Swain. A softer Youth was never seen, His Beauty Maid; but Man, his Mein: And much more gay than all the rest; And but _Alexis_ finest Dress’d. His Eyes towards _Lycidas_ still turn, As sympathising Flowers to the Sun; Whilst _Lycidas_ whose Eyes dispense No less a grateful Influence, Improves his Beauty, which still fresher grows: Who would not under two such Suns as those? _Cloris_ you sigh, what Amorous grown? _Pan_ grant you keep your heart a home: For I have often heard you Vow, If any cou’d your heart subdue, Though _Lycidas_ you nere had seen, It must be him, or one like him: Alas I cannot yet forget, How we have with _Amyntas_ sat Beneath the Boughs for Summer made, Our heated Flocks and Us to shade; Where thou wou’dst wond’rous Stories tell, Of this Agreeable Infidel. By what Devices, Charms and Arts, He us’d to gain and keep his Hearts: And whilst his Falsehood we wou’d Blame, Thou woud’st commend and praise the same. And did no greater pleasure take, Then when of _Lycidas_ we spake; By this and many Sighs we know, Thou’rt sensible of Loving too. Come _Cloris_, come along with us, And try thy power with _Lycidas_; See if that Vertue which you prize, Be proof against those Conquering Eyes. That Heart that can no Love admit, Will hardly stand his shock of Wit; Come deck thee then in all that’s fine, Perhaps the Conquest may be thine; They all attend, let’s hast to do, What Love and Musick calls us to. SONG. _The Willing Mistriss._ _Amyntas_ 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, Doe Kiss the yeilding Boughs. Down there we satt upon the Moss, And did begin to play A Thousand Amorous Tricks, to pass The heat of all the day. A many kisses he did give: And I return’d the same Which made me willing to receive That which I dare not name. His Charming Eyes no Aid requir’d To tell their softning Tale; On her that was already fir’d, ‘Twas Easy to prevaile. He did but Kiss and Clasp me round, Whilst those his thoughts Exprest: And lay’d me gently on the Ground; Ah who can guess the rest? SONG. _Love Arm’d._