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Fast lock'd within her close Embrace,
  She trembling lay asham'd;
Her swelling Breast, and glowing Face,
  And every touch inflam'd:
My eager Passion I obey'd,
  Resolv'd the Fort to win;
And her fond Heart was soon betray'd,
  To yield and let me in.

Then! then! beyond expressing,
  Immortal was the Joy;
I knew no greater blessing,
  So great a God was I:
And she transported with delight,
  Oft pray'd me come again;
And kindly vow'd that every Night,
  She'd rise and let me in.

But, oh! at last she prov'd with Bern,
  And sighing sat and dull;
And I that was as much concern'd,
  Look'd then just like a Fool:
Her lovely Eyes with tears run o'er,
  Repenting her rash Sin;
She sigh'd and curs'd the fatal hour,
  That e'er She let me in.

But who could cruelly deceive,
  Or from such Beauty part;
I lov'd her so, I could not leave
  The Charmer of my Heart:
But Wedded and conceal'd the Crime,
  Thus all was well again;
And now she thanks the blessed Hour,
  That e'er she let me in.