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 Then laid she wine on cares to make them sink; Who fears the threats of fortune let him drink.

To these quick nuptials enter'd suddenly Admired Teras with the ebon thigh; A nymph that haunted the green Sestian groves, And would consort soft virgins in their loves, At gaysome triumphs, and on solemn days Singing prophetic elegies and lays: And fing'ring of a silver lute, she tied With black and purple scarfs by her left side. Apollo gave it, and her skill withal, And she was term'd his dwarf, she was so small: Yet great in virtue, for his beams inclos'd His virtues in her: never was propos'd Riddle to her, or augury, strange or new, Bat she resolv'd it: never slight tale flew From her charm'd lips, without important sense, Shown in some grave succeeding consequence.

This little Sylvan, with her songs and tales, Gave such estate to feasts and nuptials, That though ofttimes she forewent tragedies, Yet for her strangeness still she pleas'd their eyes;