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O Amaryllis love compels my way,
stray : o Tityrus, tend them well, and see them fed In pastures fresh, and to their watering led ; And 'ware the ridgling with his budding head. Ah beauteous nymph! can you forget your love, The conscious grottos, and the shady grove; Where stretch'd at ease your tender limbs were
scorn: So faithful I, and you so much forsworn!
I die, and death will finish all my pain ;
wood. Ah nymph, train'd
up in his tyrannic court, To make the sufferings of your slaves
your sport! Unheeded ruin! treacherous delight! O polish'd hardness soften’d to the fight!
Whose radiant eyes your ebon brows adorn,
old fisher views the waves from high!