Thomas Bateson - Thirsis, on his fair Phyllis' breast reposing - текст песни (слова)

Thirsis, on his fair Phyllis' breast reposing,
 Sweetly did languish,
 When she, in love's sweet anguish, 
 Him kissing gently, said thus, with tender glances,
 "Thirsis, O tell me, thy true love best approved,
 Art not thou my best beloved?"
 Then he, which to her heart was ever nearest,
 Kiss'd her again and said, "Yes, lady dearest".