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Book With this, he did a Herd of Goats controul; Which by the way he met, and slily stole. Clad like a Country Swain, he Pip'd, and Sung; And playing drove his jolly Troop along. With pleasure, Argus the Musician heeds; But wonders much at those new Vocal Reeds. And whosoe'er thou art, my Friend, said he, Up hither drive thy Goats, and play by me: This Hill has Browz for them, and Shade for thee. The God, who was with ease induc'd to climb, Began Discourse to pass away the time; And still betwixt his Tuneful Pipe he plies; And watch'd his Hour, to close the Keeper's Eyes. With much ado, he partly kept awake; Not suff'ring all his Eyes Repose to take: And ask'd the Stranger, who did Reeds invent, And whence began so rare an Instrument?

Then Hermes thus; A Nymph of late there was Whose Heav'nly Form her Fellows did surpass. The Pride and Joy of fair Arcadia's Plains, Belov'd by Deities, ador'd by Swains: Syrinx her Name, by Sylvans oft pursu'd, As oft she did the Lustful Gods delude: The Rural, and the Woodland Pow'rs disdain'd; With Cynthia hunted, and her Rites maintain'd: Like Phœbe clad, even Phœbe's self she seems, So Tall, so Streight, such well-proportion'd Limbs: The nicest Eye did no Distinction know, But that the Goddess bore a Golden Bow, Distinguish'd thus, the Sight she cheated too. Descending from Lycæus, Pan admires The matchless Nymph, and burns with new Desires. Rh