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16 Sabina's easy shape and air
 * With softer magic drew.

He haunts the stream, he haunts the grove, Lives in a fond romance of love,
 * And seems for each to die;

Till each a little spiteful grown, Sabina Cælia's shape ran down,
 * And she Sabina's eye.

Their envy made the shepherd find Those eyes, which love could only blind;
 * So set the lover free:

No more he haunts the grove or stream, Or with a true-love knot and name
 * Engraves a wounded tree.

Ah Cælia! sly Sabina cried, Though neither love, we're both denied; Now to support the sex's pride,
 * Let either fix the dart.

Poor girl! says Cælia, say no more; For should the swain but one adore, That spite which broke his chains before,
 * Would break the other's heart.