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 “Thou’rt thrown, methinks, thyself of Love's so grievous guile.”

Then out he Spake; “O Cypris cruel, Cypris vengeful yet, “Cypris hated of all ﬂesh! think’st all my sun be set? “I tell thee even. ’mong the dead Daplmis shall work thee ill:—

“Men. talk of Cypris and the hind; begone to Ida hill, “Begone to hind Anchises; sure bedstraw there doth thrive “And ﬁne oak-trees and pretty bees all humming at the hive.

“Adonis too is ripe to woo, for a’ tends his sheep o’ the lea “‘And shoots the hare and a-hunting goes of all the beasts there be.

“And then I’ld have thee take thy stand by Diomed, and say “‘I slew the neatherd Daphnis; ﬁght me thou to-day.’

“But ’tis wolf farewell and fox farewell and bear o’ the mountain den, “Your neatherd fere, your Daphnis dear, ye’ll never see agen, Rh