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 Nymphs and Shepherds dance no more By sandy Ladons Lillied banks. On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar, Trip no more in twilight ranks, Though Erymanth your loss deplore, A better soyl shall give ye thanks. From the stony Mænalus, Bring your Flocks, and live with us, Here ye shall have greater grace, To serve the Lady of this place. Though Syrinx your Pans Mistres were, Yet Syrinx well might wait on her. Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen.

Hence loathed Melancholy
 * Of Cerberus, and blackest midnight born,

In Stygian Cave forlorn
 * 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks, and sights unholy,

Find out som uncouth cell,
 * Wher brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings,

And the night-Raven sings;
 * There under Ebon shades, and low-brow'd Rocks,

As ragged as thy Locks,
 * In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.

But com thou Goddes fair and free, In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne. And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth Rh