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14 With Phillis I am more in grace than you: Her Sorrow did my parting-steps pursue: Adieu my Dear, she said, a long Adieu. The Nightly Wolf is baneful to the Fold, Storms to the Wheat, to Budds the bitter Cold; But from my frowning Fair, more Ills I find, Than from the Wolves, and Storms, and Winter-wind. The Kids with pleasure browze the bushy Plain, The Show'rs are grateful to the swelling Grain: To teeming Ewes the Sallow's tender tree; But more than all the World my Love to me. Pollio my Rural Verse vouchsafes to read: A Heyfar, Muses, for your Patron breed. My Pollio writes himself, a Bull be bred, With spurning Heels, and with a butting Head. Who Pollio loves, and who his Muse admires, Let Pollio's fortune crown his full desires. Let Myrrh instead of Thorn his Fences fill: And Show'rs of Hony from his Oaks distil. Who hates not living Bavius, let him be (Dead Mævius) damn'd to love thy Works and thee: