The Shepherd Adonis.
The 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,
