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42  For beauteous nymphs it bears the sway, For none so beauteous sure as they. Next, my lovely Lesbians tell, Ionians, Carians, those that dwell At far-famed Rhodes—you may in all The trifling sum two thousand call. What! think'st thou that I yet have done? Resume thy tablets—one by one, I'll count thee o'er my Syrian fair, And Egypt too must claim a share; And fertile Creta yet remains, Where Love his empire still maintains. The dark-eyed nymphs that shared my flame, At Spain and Afric, shall I name? To sultry India's farthest pole, Whose dusky charms have fired my soul!

, twittering, fickle guest, Here you build your summer nest; But, ere storms deface the sky, Back to warmer worlds you fly;