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I Thyrsis. Fair Iris and her Swain | |
| Were in a shady Bow’r; | |
| Where Thyrsis long in vain | |
| Had sought the Shepherd’s hour | |
| At length his Hand advancing upon her snowy Breast, | 5 |
| He said, O kiss me longer, | |
| And longer yet and longer, | |
| If you will make me Blest. | |
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II Iris. An easie yielding Maid | |
| By trusting is undone; | 10 |
| Our Sex is oft betray’d | |
| By granting Love too soon. | |
| If you desire to gain me, your Suff’rings to redress; | |
| Prepare to love me longer, | |
| And longer yet, and longer, | 15 |
| Before you shall possess. | |
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III Thyrsis. The little Care you show, | |
| Of all my Sorrows past, | |
| Makes Death appear too slow, | |
| And Life too long to last. | 20 |
| Fair Iris kiss me kindly, in pity of my Fate; | |
| And kindly still, and kindly, | |
| Before it is too late. | |
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IV Iris. You fondly Court your Bliss, | |
| And no Advances make; | 25 |
| ’Tis not for Maids to kiss, | |
| But ’tis for Men to take. | |
| So you may kiss me kindly, and I will not rebell; | |
| But kindly still, and kindly, | |
| But Kiss me not and tell. | 30 |
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A RONDEAU Chorus. Thus at the Height we love and live, | |
| And fear not to be poor: | |
| We give, and give, and give, and give, | |
| Till we can give no more: | |
| But what to day will take away, | 35 |
| To Morrow will restore. | |
| Thus at the height we love and live, | |
| And fear not to be poor. | |
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