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 * Knit with three knots, the Fillets, knit 'em streight;

And say, These Knots to Love I consecrate. Haste, Amaryllis, haste; restore, my Charms, My lovely Daphnis to my longing Arms.


 * As Fire this Figure hardens, made of Clay;

And this of Wax with Fire consumes away; Such let the Soul of cruel Daphnis be; Hard to the rest of Women; soft to me. Crumble the sacred Mole of Salt and Corn, Next in the Fire the Bays with Brimstone burn. And while it crackles in the Sulphur, say, This, I for Daphnis burn; thus Daphnis burn away. This Laurel is his Fate: Restore, my Charms, My lovely Daphnis to my longing Arms.


 * As when the raging Heyfar, through the Grove,

Stung with Desire, pursues her wand'ring Love; Faint at the last, she seeks the weedy Pools, To quench her thirst, and on the Rushes rowls: Careless of Night, unmindful to return, Such fruitless Fires perfidious Daphnis burn. While I so scorn his Love; Restore, my Charms, My lingring Daphnis to my longing Arms.


 * These Garments once were his; and left to me;

The Pledges of his promis'd Loyalty: Rh