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“ How foolish is the nymph," she cries,
66 Who trifles with her lover's pain!! Nature still speaks in woman's eyes,
Our artful lips were made to feign., i O DAPHNIS, DAPHNIS, 't was my pride, 'Twas not my heart thy love denied ; : 17
Come back, dear youth, again.
“ As t'other day my hand he seized,
My blood with thrilling motion flew; Sudden I pnt on looks displeased,
And hasty from his hold withdrew, 'T was fear alone, thou simple swain, Then hadst thou prest my hand again,
My heart had yielded too.
" 'Tis true, thy tuneful reed I blamod,
That swell’d thy lip and rosy cheek ;
That lip should other pleasures scek :
Mach more, to hear thee spcak.
“ My heart forebodes that I'm betray'd
DAPHNIS, I fear, is ever gone;
Love by such trifles first comes on. Now, now, dear shepherd, come away, My tongue would now my heart obey,
Ah Chloe, thou art won !!!
The youth stepp'd forth with hasty pace,
And found where wishing Chloe lay; Shame sudden lighten'd in her face,
Confused, she knew not what to say.
Alexis shunn'd his fellow swains,
Heaven shield us all from Cupid's bow !
He nourish'd endless wo.
The nymphs and shepherds round him came,..
The fatal cause all kindly seek ;
He sigh’d, but could not speak.
CLORINDA came among the rest,
And ask'd the reason of his woe;
She fear'd too much to know.
The shepherd raised his mournful head, 66 And will you pardon me,” he said,
66 While I the cruel truth reveal?
bid me tell.
66 'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain,
You are the cause of all my care; Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart, Ten thousand torments vex my heart,
I love and I despair."
66 Too much, Alexis, have I heard,
And yet I pardon you," she cried ;
Tuo sun was sunk beneath the hill,
The western clouds were lined with gold,
The flocks were penn'd within the fol ;
66 Who seeks to pluck the fragrant rose
From the hard rock or oozy beach,
Expects the grape or downy peach,
66 No herds have I, no fleecy carc,
No fields that waye with golden grain, No pastures green, or gardens fair,
A woman's venal heart to gain ; Then all in vain my sighs must prore, Whose whole estate, alas! is love.
66 How wretched is the faithful youth!
Since women's hearts are bought and sold: They ask no vows of sacred truth,
Whene'er they sigh, they sigh for gold. Gold can the frowns of scorn remove : But I am scorn'd—who have but lore.
“ To buy the gems of India's coast
What wealth, whať riches would suffice ?
The lustre of thy rival eyes ;
* Then, Mary, since nor gems nor ore
Can with thy brighter self compare,
Than gems or ore a heart sincere :