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 yet hath it touched my lip; it still lies unhandselled by. Yet right welcome to it art thou, if like a good fellow thou’lt sing me that pleasing and delightful song. Nay, not so; I am in right earnest. To’t, good friend; sure thou wilt not be hoarding that song against thou be’st come where all’s forgot?

’Tis Thyrsis sings, of Etna, and a rare sweet voice hath he. Where were ye, Nymphs, when Daphnis pined? ye Nymphs, O where were ye? Was it Peneius’ pretty vale, or Pindus’ glens? ’twas never Antipus’ ﬂood nor Etna’s pike nor Acis’ holy river.

When Daphnis died the foxes wailed and the wolves they wailed full sore, The lion from the greenwood wept when Daphniswas no more.

O many the lusty steers at his feet, and many the heifers slim, Many the calves and many the kine that made theirmoan for him.

Came Hermes ﬁrst, from the hills away, and said “O Daphnis, tell, “Who is’t that fretteth thee, my son? whom lovest thou so well?" Rh