Whose injur'd image, with a wrathful eye,
Stood threatning from a pedestal on high :
Nodding a while, and watchful of his blow,
He fell; and falling cruth'd th’ungrateful nyinph below:
Her gushing blood the pavement all besmear'd;
And this her last expiring voice was heard;

Lovers farewel, revenge has reach'd my scorn;
Thus warn'd, be wise, and love for love return.

D A P
Α Ρ Η NI

S.
From the Twenty-seventh IDYLLIUM

of THEOCRITUS.

DAPHNIS.
HE shepherd Paris bore the Spartan bride

;

But I by free consent can boast a bliss,
A fairer Helen, and a sweeter kise.

CHLORIS.
Kisses are empty joys, and soon are o'er.

DA PHNIS.
A kiss betwixt the lips is something more.

CHLOR IS.
I wipe my mouth, and where's your kissing then?

DAPHNIS.
I swear you wipe it to be kiss’d agen.

CHLORIS.
Go, tend your herd, and kiss your cows at home;
I am a maid, and in my beauty's bloom.

DAPHNI S.
'Tis well remember'd, do not waste your time ;
But wisely use it ere you pass your prime.

CHLO

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CHLORIS.
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last,
And raisins keep their luscious native taste.

DAPHNIS.
The sun's too hot; those olive shades are near;
I fain would whisper something in your ear.

CHLOR IS.
'Tis honeft talking where we may be seen;
God knows what secret mischief you may mean;
I doubt you'll play the wag, and kiss again.

DA PHN IS.
At least beneath yon elm you need not fear;
My pipe's in tune, if you're dispos'd to hear,

CHLORI S.
Play by yourself, I dare not venture thither;
You, and your naughty pipe, go hang together,

DAPHNIS.
Coy nymph, beware, left Venus you offend.

CHLOR IS.
I shall have chaste Diana still to friend,

DAPHNIS.
You have a soul, and Cupid has a dart.

CHLOR IS.
Diana will defend, or heal my heart,
Nay, fy, what mean you in this open place ?
Unhand me, or, I swear I'll scratch

your

face. for shame; you make me mad for spite; My mouth's my own; and if you kiss, I'll bite,

DA PH
Away with your dissembling female tricks :
What would you 'scape the fate of all your sex?

CHLORIS.
I swear, I'll keep my maidenhead 'till death,
And die as pure as queen Elizabeth,

DAPHNIS,
Nay, mum for that; but let me lay thee down;
Better with me, than with some nauseous clown.

CHLO

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CHLÓR I's.
I'd have you know, if I were so inclin'd.
I have been woo’d by many a wealthy-hind;
But never found a husband to my mind.

DAPHN IS.
But they are absent all; and I am here.

CHLOR I S.
The matrimonial yoke is hard to bear;
And marriage is a woful word to hear.

DAPHNIS.
A scarecrow, set to frighten fools away;
Marriage has joys; and you shall have assay.

CHLOR. I S.
Sour sauce is often mix'd with our delight;
You kick by day more than you kiss by night.

DA PHNIS.
Sham stories all; but say the worst you can,
A very wife fears neither God nor man.

CHLORIS.
But child-birth is, they say, a deadly pain;
It costs at least a month to knit again.

DA PHNIS.
Diana cures the wounds Lucina made;
Your Goddess is a midwife by her trade.

CHLORIS.
But I shall spoil my beauty, if I bear.

DAPHNIS.
But Mam and Dad are pretty names to hear.

CHLORIS.
But there's a civil question us’d of late ;
Where lies my jointure, where your own estate ?

D A PHNIS.
My flocks, my fields, my woods, my pastures take,
With settlement as good as law can make.

CHLOR i s.
Swear then you will not leave me on the common,
But marry me, and make an honest woman.

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DAPHNIS.
I swear by Pan (tho he wears horns you'll fay)
Cudgell'd and kick', I'll not be forc'd away.

CHLOR I S.
I bargain for a wedding-bed at least,
A house, and handsome lodging for a guest.

DA PHNIS.
A house well furnish'd shall be thine to keep;
And, for a flock-bed, I can fheer my fheep.

CHLOR I S.
What tale Mall I to my old father tell?

DA PH NI S. 'Twill make him chuckle thou'rt bestow'd so well.

CHOR IS.
But, after all, in troth I am to blame
To be fo loving, ere I know your name.
A pleasant founding name's a pretty thing.

D A BHNIS.
Faith, mine's a very pretty name to fing;
They call me Daphnis; Lycidas my fire:
Both found as well as woman can desire.
Nomæa bore me; farmers in degree:
He a good husband, a good housewife se.

CH L Ó R IS.
Your kindred is not much amiss, 'tis true;
Yet I am somewhat better born than you.

D A PH NIS.
I know your father, and his family;
And without boasting ami as good as he,
Menalcas; and no master goes before.

CHLOR IS.
Hang both our pedigrees; not one word more;
But if

you
love mé, let me see

your living, Your house and home; for seeing is believing.

DA PHNIS.
See first yon cypress grove, a shade from noon.

CHLO

CHLORIS.
Browze on my goats; for I'll be with you

foon.
D A PHNIS.
Feed well my bulls, to whet your appetite,
That each may take a lufty leap at night.

CHLORIS.
What do you mean, uncivil as you are,
To touch my breasts, and leave my bosom bare

D A PHNIS.
These
pretty bubbies, first, I make my own.

CHLOR IS.
Pull out your hand, I swear, or I fall fwoon.

DA PHNIS.
Why does thy ebbing blood forsake thy face?

CHLORIS.
Throw me at least upon a cleaner place:
My linen ruffled, and my wastecoat foiling;
What do

you
think new clothes were made for spoiling ?

D A PHNIS.
I'll lay my iambkins underneath thy back.

CHLORIS.
My head-gear's off; what filthy work you make!

DA PHNIS.
To Venus, first, I lay these off'rings by.

CHLORIS.
Nay, first look round, that nobody be nigh:
Methinks I hear a whisp'ring in the grove.

DA PHN IS.
The cypress trees are telling tales of love.

CHLORIS.
You tear off all behind me, and before me;
And I'm as naked as my mother bore me.

DA PHNIS.
I'll buy thee better clothes than these I tear,
And lie so close I'll cover thee from air.

CHLO.

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