Let Others From The Town Retire, And In The Fields Seek New Delight; My Phillis Does Such Joys Inspire, No Other Objects Please My Sight. In Her Alone I Find Whate'Er Beauties A Country Landscape Grace; No Shade So Lovely As Her Hair, Nor Plain So Sweet As Is Her Face. Lilies And Roses There Combine, More Beauteous Than In Flowery Field; Transparent Is Her Skin So Fine, To This Each Crystal Stream Must Yield. Her Voice More Sweet Than Warbling Sound, Though Sung By Nightingale Or Lark; Her Eyes Such Lustre Dart Around, Compared To Them The Sun Is Dark. Both Light And Vital Heat They Give, Cherish'D By Them My Love Takes Root; From Her Kind Looks Does Life Receive, Grows A Fair Plant, Bears Flowers And Fruit. Such Fruit I Ween Did Once Deceive The Common Parent Of Mankind, And Made Transgress Our Mother Eve, Poison Its Core, Though Fair Its Rind. Yet So Delicious Is Its Taste, I Cannot From The Bait Abstain, But To Th' Enchanting Pleasure Haste, Though I Were Sure 'Twould End In Pain.