* * * Young Philomela's powrfull dart Two gentle shepheard's hitt With Beauty touchd Amintors heart Celadons with witt The Rivall swains on either side Their am'rous pangs expressd Till young Amintor she denyd Celadon she blessd The youth who mett a mutuall fire In pleasure lost his pain The others hopeless flames expire Beneath a cold disdain Ye Priests of love ye Poets tell What Cupids forces are If when the suit goes ill or well No more we serve a fair. |
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