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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 145 �Near those Beeches, scarce in view, All the Swains some Mirth pursue: To whose meeting now I haste. Solitude do's Life but waste. �Silvia Prithee, but a Moment stay. �Dorinda �No! my Chaplet wou'd decay; Ev'ry drooping Flow'r wou'd mourn, And wrong the Face, they shou'd adorn. 20 �Silvia �I can tell thee, tho' so Fair, And dress'd with all that rural Care, Most of the admiring Swains Will be absent from the Plains. Gay Sylvander in the Dance Meeting with a shrew'd Mischance, To his Cabin's now confm'd By Mopsus, who the Strain did bind: Damon through the Woods do's stray, Where his Kids have lost their way: 30 �Young Narcissus iv'ry Brow Rac'd by a malicious Bough, Keeps the girlish Boy from sight, Till Time shall do his Beauty right. �Dorinda Where's Alexis? �Silvia �He, alas! �Lies extended on the Grass; Tears his Garland, raves, despairs, Mirth and Harmony forswears; ��� �