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 “By glen no more, by glade no more. And 'tis O farewell to thee, “ Sweet Arethuse, and all pretty waters down Thymbris vale that flee;

“For this, O this is that Daphnis, your kine to field did bring, “This Daphnis he, led stirk and steer to you a—watering.

“And Pan, O Pan, whether at this hour by Lycee’s mountain—pile “Or Maenal steep thy watch thou keep, come away to the Sicil isle, “Come away from the knoll of Helicè and the howe lift high i’ the lea, “The howe of Lycáon’s child, the howe that Gods in heav’n envye;

“Come, Master, and take this pretty pipe, this pipe of honey breath, “Of wax well knit round lips to ﬁt; for Love hales mé to my death.

“Bear violets now ye briers, ye thistles violets too; “Daffodilly may hang o the juniper, and all things go askew; “Pines may grow figs now Daphnis dies, and hind tear hound if she will, Rh