AMARYLLI S: OR, THE} THIRD IDYLLIUM OF THEOCRIT U S, Paraphrased. To Amaryllis love compels my way, My browzing goats upon the mountains O Tityrus, tend them well, and see them fed Your nameless beauties nakedly display'd? ; I die, and death will finish all my pain; Am I so much deform'd, fo chang'd of late? What partial judges are our love and hate! your bow'r, The winding ivy-chaplet to invade, And folded fern that your fair forehead shade. Taught from his tender years the taste of blood; wood. Ah nymph, train'd up in his tyrannic court, O polish'd hardness soften'd to the fight! Whose radiant eyes your ebon brows adorn, Like midnight thofe, and these like break of morn! Smile once again, revive me with your charms; And let me die contented in your arms. I would not afk to live another day, kifs my Might I but sweetly kiss foul away. Ah, why am I from empty joys debarr'd? I might have read my fortune long ago, When, seeking my success in love to know, 7 |