With confcious joy the infe£t fprings 3 
His foft confinement loves : 
And finking on her fnowy b re a ft, 
In full luxuriance roves. 
Then waking light from foft re'pofe, 
Attacks her rubied lips ; 
And where the deepeft colour glow's, 
The living vermil ftps. 
Loofe, fair Corinna, loofe his chain, 
Nor fear his flight away : 
For how, thus tempted to remain, 
How fhould he vvifli to ftray ? 
Permitted on thofe lips to feed, 
And flumber on that breaft. 
Thy charms, Corinna, not thy chains, 
Will fafteft bind the gueft. 
