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 She ſpeaks and act with ſuch grace,
 * That Diana draws near and admires;

Her guardian Nymphs deck the ſweet place
 * while Cupid tights up the ſweet fires!

O Corydon, Croydon, ſwain!
 * thy ſtate is lucis indeed,

If in her breaſt no ſympathy reign
 * no looks in the gowany mead.

But feel her heart is reſign'd;
 * ſhe's fairer than you can conceive:

In geſtures ſhe ſpeaks forth her mind;
 * ſhe never could me once deceive.

O come, my dear ſhepherd, ſaid ſhe;
 * let us taſte the ſweets of the May:

For who are ſo happy as we?
 * in youth let us always be gay,

Our flocks feed on yonder hills;
 * the river runs limpid and clear;

The Linnet her active throat fills,
 * and ſings without dread or fear,


 * The primroſ our walk does acorn,
 * the thyme perfumes the freſh air,
 * The lily will blow on the thorn,
 * and all for Celia the fair;