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FRAGMENTS OF BION.

I.

ON HYACINTHUS.

PHOEBUS tried all his means, and thought of new,

Scarce knowing what he did in his distress; With nectar bathed him, with ambrosial dew; But Fate made remedies remediless.

II.

Yourself to artists always to betake,

And on yourself in nothing to rely

Is misbeseeming: friend! your own pipe makeThe work is easy, if you will but try.

III.

May Love the Muses evermore invite,

The Muses bring me Love! and to requite

My passion may they give sweet song to me,

Than which no sweeter remedy can be.

IV.

When drop on drop, they say, doth ever follow,

"Twill wear the stone at last into a hollow.

V.

I to the sandy shore and seaward slope

Will go, and try with murmured song to bend

The cruel Galatea: my sweet hope

I'll cast away-when life itself doth end.

VI.

Artists aim

Oh, leave me not unhonoured!

And reach at excellence, provoked by Fame.

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MOSCHUS.

IDYL I.

THE RUNAWAY LOVE.

HER Eros thus proclaimed the Cyprian Queen :

"If any one has in the highway seen

My straying Eros, and reports to me

His whereabout, he shall rewarded be;

A kiss for him; but if it shall betide

One bring him me, a kiss—and more beside.
Midst twenty he is notable to view;

Not fair, but flamy, is his dazzling hue;

Sharp are his eyes, and flame their glances fleet;
His mind is wicked, but his speech is sweet.
His word and meaning are not like at all;

His word is honey, and his meaning gall.

He is a mischievous, deceitful child;

Beguiles with falsehood, laughs at the beguiled.

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