406:01,000[' ]| 406:01,001[A ]| Phillis, 'tis own'd, I am your Slave, 406:01,002[A ]| This happy moment dates your Reign; 406:01,003[A ]| No force of Human Pow'r can save 406:01,004[A ]| My captive Heart, that wears your chain: 406:01,005[A ]| But when my Conquest you design'd; 406:01,006[A ]| Pardon, bright Nymph, if I delcare, 406:01,007[A ]| It was unjust, and too severe, 406:01,008[A ]| Thus to attack me from behind. 406:01,009[A ]| Against the Charms, your Eyes impart, 406:01,010[A ]| With care I had secur'd my Heart; 406:01,011[A ]| On all the wonders of your Face 406:01,012[A ]| Could safely and unwounded gaze: 406:01,013[A ]| But now entirely to enthral 406:01,014[A ]| My Breast, you have expos'd to view 406:01,015[A ]| Another more resistless Foe, 406:01,016[A ]| From which I had no guard at all. 406:01,017[A ]| At first assault constrain'd to yield, 406:01,018[A ]| My vanquish'd Heart resign'd the Field, 406:01,019[A ]| My Freedom to that Conqueror 406:01,020[A ]| Became a prey that very hour: 406:01,021[A ]| The subtle Traitor, who unspied 406:01,022[A ]| Had lurk'd till now in close disguise, 406:01,023[A ]| Lay all his life in ambush hid 406:01,024[A ]| At last to kill me by surprize. 406:01,025[A ]| A sudden Heat my Breast inspir'd, 406:01,026[A ]| The piercing flame, like Light'ning, sent 406:01,027[A ]| From that new dawning Firmament 406:01,028[A ]| Thro every Vein my Spirits fir'd' 406:01,029[A ]| My Heart, before averse to Love, 406:01,030[A ]| No longer could a Rebel prove; 406:01,031[A ]| When on the Grass you did displayy 406:01,032[A ]| Your radiant BUM to my survey, 406:01,033[A ]| And sham'd the lustre of the Day. 406:01,034[A ]| The Sun in Heav'n, abash'd to see 406:01,035[A ]| A thing more gay, more bright than He, 406:01,036[A ]| Struck with disgrace, as well he might, 406:01,037[A ]| Thought to drive back the Steeds of Light: 406:01,038[A ]| His Beams he now thought useless grown, 406:01,039[A ]| That better were by yours supplied, 406:01,040[A ]| But having once seen your Back-side, 406:01,041[A ]| For shame he durst not shew his own. 406:01,042[A ]| Forsaking every Wood and Grove, 406:01,043[A ]| The Sylvans ravish'd at the sight, 406:01,044[A ]| In pressing Crowds about you strove, 406:01,045[A ]| Gazing, and lost in wonder quite: 406:01,046[A ]| Fond Zephyr, seeing your rich store 406:01,047[A ]| Of Beauty, undescried before, 406:01,048[A ]| Enamor'd of each lovely Grace, 406:01,049[A ]| Before his own dear Flora's face, 406:01,050[A ]| Could not forbear to kiss the place. 406:01,051[A ]| The beauteous Queen of Flow'rs, the Rose, 406:01,052[A ]| In blushes did her shame disclose: 406:01,053[A ]| Pale Lillies droop'd, and hung their heads, 406:01,054[A ]| And shrunk for fear into their Beds: 406:01,055[A ]| The amorous Narcissus too, 406:01,056[A ]| Reclaim'd of fond self-love by you, 406:01,057[A ]| His former vain desire cashier'd, 406:01,058[A ]| And your fair Breech alone admir'd. 406:01,059[A ]| When this bright Object greets our sight, 406:01,060[A ]| All others lose their Lustre quite: 406:01,061[A ]| Your Eyes that shoot such pointed Rays, 406:01,062[A ]| And all the Beauties of your Face, 406:01,063[A ]| Like dwindling Stars, that fly away 406:01,064[A ]| At the approach of brighter Day, 406:01,065[A ]| No more regard, or value bear, 406:01,066[A ]| But when its Glories disappear. 406:01,067[A ]| Of some ill Qualities they tell, 406:01,068[A ]| Which justly give me cause to fear; 406:01,069[A ]| But that, which most begets despair, 406:01,070[A ]| It has no sense of Love at all: 406:01,071[A ]| More hard than Adamant it is, 406:01,072[A ]| They say, that no Impression takes, 406:01,073[A ]| It has no Ears, nor any Eyes, 406:01,074[A ]| And rarely, very rarely, speaks. 406:01,075[A ]| Yet I must love 't, and own my Flame, 406:01,076[A ]| Which to the wordl I thus rehearse, 406:01,077[A ]| Throughout the spacious coasts of Fame 406:01,078[A ]| To stand recorded in my Verse: 406:01,079[A ]| No other subject, or design 406:01,080[A ]| Henceforth shall be my Muses Theme, 406:01,081[A ]| But with just Praises to proclaim 406:01,082[A ]| The fairest ARSE, that e're was seen. 406:01,083[A ]| In pity gentle Phillis hide 406:01,084[A ]| The dazling Beams of your Back-side; 406:01,085[A ]| For should they shine unclouded long, 406:01,086[A ]| All human kind could be undone. 406:01,087[A ]| Not the bright Goddesses on high, 406:01,088[A ]| That reign above the starry Sky, 406:01,089[A ]| Should they turn up to open view 406:01,090[A ]| All their immortal Tails, can shew 406:01,091[A ]| An Arse-h*** so divine as you.