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 ::: O Bee! why touchest Heliodora's cheek?
 * Feaster on flowers! why leav'st the cups of spring?

Would'st have me know that she too feels of Love
 * The sweet, the unendurable, bitter sting?

Thus say'st thou, loved of lovers? Then begone! Depart! for long thy message have I known!



The cup laughs with joy to be touched, as she sips,
 * By the eloquent mouth of the fair Zenophil.

Ah, happy the cup! How I long for those lips
 * That my whole heart and soul in a breath they may steal!