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 From them the British nymphs receiv'd the game, And play ech morn beneath the crystal Thame; Hear then the tale, which they to Colin sung, As idling o'er the lucid wave he hung.


 * A lovely dryad rang'd the Thracian wild,

Her air enchanting, and her aspect mild: To chase the bounding hart was all her joy, Averse from Hymen, and the Cyprian boy; O'er hills an valleys was her beauty fam'd, And fair Caissa was the damsel nam'd. Mars saw the maid; with deep surprize he gaz'd, Admir'd her shape, and every gesture prais'd: His golden bow the child of Venus bent, And through his breast a piecing arrow sent. The reed was hope; the feathers, keen desire; The point, her eyes; the barbs, ethereal fire. Soon to the nymph he pour'd his tender strain; The haughtly dryad scorn'd his amorous pain: