Original - Duke Divinity School

The lofty Pine deigns to descend,
And sturdy Oaks do gently bend.
One with another subt’ly weaves
Into one Loom their various Leaves;
As all ambitious were to be
Mine and my Sylvia’s 78 Canopy!
Let’s enter, and discourse our Loves;
These are, my Dear, no tell-tale Groves!
There dwell no Pies, nor Parrots there,
To prate again the Words they hear.
Nor babbling Echo, that will tell
The neighbouring Hills one Syllable. … 79
How soon the Flowers do sweeter smell?
And all with Emulation swell
To be Thy Pillow? These for Thee
To lean upon, 80 as thou for me! … 81
And why so Coy? What dost Thou fear?
There lurks no speckled Serpent here. … 82
This is the hallowed Shrine of Love,
No Wasp nor Hornet haunts this Grove, … 83
No danger in These Shades doth lie,
Nothing but’s Peaceable, as I. … 84
Being set, let’s sport a while my Fair,
I will tie Love-knots in thy Hair.
78Ori.: “Phyllis.”
79Wesley omits: Being enter’d lets together lye, / Twin’d like the Zodiak’s Gemini!
80Ori.: “Were meant a bed.”
81Wesley omits: And I may with as just esteem / Press thee, as thou mayst lie on them.
82Wesley omits:
No Venemous snake makes this his rode, No Canker, nor the loathsome Toad.
And yon poor spider on the tree, / Thy spinster will, no poysoner be,
There is no Frog to leap and fright / Thee from my arms and break delight;
Nor Snail that o’re thy coat shall trace, / And leave behind a slimy lace.
83Wesley omits: Nor Pismire to make pimples rise / Upon thy smooth and ivory thighes.
84Ori.: “Nothing that wears a sting: but I.”
Then Wesley omits: And in it doth no venome dwell, / Although perchance it make thee swell.
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