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Past. II. The Winds were still, and if the Glass be true, With Daphnis I may vie, tho' judg'd by you. O leave the noisie Town, O come and see Our Country Cotts, and live content with me! To wound the Flying Deer, and from their Cotes With me to drive a-Field, the browzing Goats: To pipe and sing, and in our Country Strain To Copy, or perhaps contend with Pan. Pan taught to joyn with Wax unequal Reeds, Pan loves the Shepherds, and their Flocks he feeds: Nor scorn the Pipe; Amyntas, to be taught, With all his Kisses wou'd my Skill have bought. Of seven smooth Joints a mellow Pipe I have, Which with his dying Breath Damætas gave: And said, This, Corydon, I leave to thee; For only thou deserv'st it after me. His Eyes Amyntas durst not upward lift, For much he grudg'd the Praise, but more the Gift. Besides two Kids that in the Valley stray'd, I found by chance, and to my Fold convey'd: They drein to bagging Udders every day; And these shall be Companions of thy Play. Both fleck'd with white, the true Arcadian Strain, Which Thestilis had often beg'd in vain: And she shall have them, if again she sues, Since you the Giver and the Gift refuse. Come to my longing Arms, my lovely care, And take the Presents which the Nymphs prepare.