Retir'd sometimes into a lonely Grove,
I think o'er all the Stories of our Love.
What mighty Pleasure have I oft possess'd,
When in a Masculine Embrace I prest,
The lovely  to my heaving Breast?
Then I remember, and with vast delight,
The kind Expressions of the parting Night:
Methought, the Sun too quick return'd again,
And Day was ne'er impertinent till then.
Strong and contracted was our eager Bliss,
An Age's Pleasure in each generous Kiss;
Years of delight, in moments we compriz'd,
And Heaven it self was there epitomiz'd.