Classic Poem

On a grassy pillow
The youthful Myrtillo
Transported was laid;
In his arms a creature
Whose every feature
For conquest was made.
To his side he clasp'd her,
And fondly grasp'd her,
While she cry'd, Oh dear,
Oh dear Myrtillo,
Had I known your will, Oh,
I'd never come here.

Streams gently flowing,
And zephyrs blowing,
Ambrosial breeze;
A swain admiring,
And all conspiring
The charmer to please:
The dear nymph complying,
No more denying
A silent grove.
Oh blest Myrtillo!
You may if you will, Oh,
Be happy as Jove.

Now the devill's in it
If such a minute
The shepherd would lose;
No, no, no, Myrtillo
Has better skill, Oh
His moments to chuse;
The delightful treasure
Of love and pleasure
He boldly seiz'd,
And like Myrtillo,
He had his fill, Oh,
Of what he pleas'd.