But two miles more and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the west Sit then, awhile, here in this wood So total is the solitude, We safely may delay.
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
Phillis, why shou'd we delay Pleasures shorter than the day?
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