While in the bower with beauty blest

While in the bower with beauty blest The lov'd AMINTOR lies, While sinking on ZELINDA's breast He fondly kiss'd her eyes;

A waking nightingale who long Had mourn'd within the shade, Sweetly renew'd her plaintive song, And warbled thro' the glade.

Melodious songstress, cried the swain, To shades less happy go, Or if with us thou wilt remain Forbear thy tuneful woe.

While in ZELINDA's arms I lie To soug I am not free; On her soft bosom while I sigh I discord find in thee.

ZELINDA gives me perfect joys; Then cease thy fond intrusion; Be silent music; now is noise, Variety, confusion.