Anacreon Imitated

Oh, how pleasant is 't! how sweet! While with beauties exquisite Nature paints the fragrant grove, Thus to walk and talk of love! Here no envious Eastern gale Sells us pleasure by retail. Western breezes here dispense Joys so full, they cloy the sense. Gods! oh Gods! how sweet a shade Has that honey-suckle made! Clasping round that spreading tree, Clasping fast, and apeing me, Me who, there with Celia laid, First inform'd the lovely maid So to clasp and so to twine. Oh! how sweet a life is mine!