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The impatient Silvia heard thus long; Then with a smile replied: Those bands could ne'er be very strong Which accidents' divide.

In ancient history we meet A flying nymph betray'd, Who had she kept in fruitful Crete, New conquests might have made.

And sure, as on the beech she stood. To view the parting sails; She curs'd herself, more than the flood Or the conspiring gales.

False, since thy vows are broke, May following nymphs beware; (Methinks I hear how thus she spoke, Who will not trust too far) Rh