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Now much he meditates if yet to speak,
And now refolves his passion to conceal : . But fure,' quoth he, my feely heart will break,
• If aye I smother what I aye must feel !!
At length, by hope embolden'd to reveal,
Whiles frequent fingults check'd his falt'ring tale,
What needs me to recount, in long detail,
The tender parley which these lemans held? How oft he vow'd his love her ne'er should fail;
How oft the stream from forth her eyne outwell’d,
Doubting if constancy yet ever dwell'd
Each rising doubt he in her bofom quell'a.
Eftfoons to Lycon swift the youth did fare,
(Lagg'd ever youth when Cupid urg'd his way?) And ftraight his gentle purpose did declare,
And footh the mount'naunce of his herds display;
Ne Lycon meant his suiten to forefay : • Be thine, Paftora,' quoth the maker fly,
And twice two thousand theep her dower fall Beat then the lover's heart with joyaunce high;
Ne dempt that aught his blifs could now betray, Ne guess'd that foul deceit in Lycon's bofome lay.
So forth he yode to seek his reverend fire ;
(The good Euphormius, hepherds him did call) How sweet Paftora did his bosome fire !
Her worth, fer-promis'd focks, he tolden alle
• Ah! nere, my fon, let Lycon thee enthrall;" Reply'd the fage, in wife experience old;
· Smooth is his tongue, but full of guile withal, • In promise faithless, and in vaunting bold: • Ne ever lamb of his will bleat within thy fold.'
With words prophetick thus Euphormius fpake:
And fact confirmd what wisdom thus foretold. Full many a mean devise did Lycon make,
The hoped day of spousal to with-hold,
Framing new trains when nought mote serve his old. Nath'less he vow'd, Cyllene cloud-topt hill
Should sooner down the lowly delve be rollid,
Whiles thus the tedious suns had journey'd round, · Ne ought mote now the lovers hearts divide, Ne trust was there, ne truth in Lycon found ;
The maid with matron Juno for her guide,
The youth by Concord led, in secret hy'd To Hymen's facred fane: the honest deed
Each god approv'd, and close the bands were ty'd; Certes, till happier moments should facceed, No prying eyne they ween'd their emprize mote areed.
But prying eyne of Lycop 'twas in vain
(Right practick in disguise) to hope beware. He trac'd their covert steps to Hymen's fane,
And joy'd to find them in his long-laid snare.
Algates, in semblaunt ire, he 'gan to swear, And roaren loud as in difpleafaunce high ;
Then out he hurlen forth his daughter fair, Forelore, the houseless child of Misery, Expos’d to killing cold, and pinching penury.
Ah! whither now shall sad Pastora wend,
To want abandon'd and by wrongs opprefs’d ? Who shall the wretched out-caft's teen befriend?
Lives Mercy then, if not in parent's breaft?
Yes, Mercy lives, the gentle goddess bless'd,
Aye at his feet the pleads the cause distress’d,
'Twas she that bade Euphormius quell each thought,
That well mote rise to check his generous aid : Tho' high the torts which Lycon him had wrought,
Tho' few the flocks his håmble pastures fed,
When as he learn’d Pastora's hapless sted,
He op'a his gates, the naked exile led
Now loud-tongu'd Rumor braited round the tale ;
Th' astonied fwains uneath could credence give, That in Arcadia's unambitious vale
A faytor falle as Lycon e'er did live:
But Jove (who in high heaven does mortals prive,
To earth his faming charret baden drive,
Where Eurymanthus, crown'd with many a wood,
His filver stream through daify'd vales does lead, Stretch'd on the flowery marge, in reckless mood, Proud Lycon fought by charm of jocund reed
To lull the dire remorse of tortious deed;
Of good Euphormius, and 'gan mild areed
With lofty eyne, half loth to look so low,
Him Lycon view'd, and with swol'n furquedry 'Gan rudaly treat his sacred eld ; when now
Forth stood the God confess'd that rules the sky, In sudden sheen of drad divinity : And · Know, false man,' the lord of thunders said,
Not unobserv'd by Heaven's all-persent eye · Thy cruel deeds ; nor shall be unappay'd. « Go! be in form that beft beseems thy thews, array'd.'
Whiles yet he spake th'affrayed trembling wight
Transmew'd to blatant beast, with hideous howl Ruth'd headlong forth, in well-deserved plight,
'Midtt dragons, minotaurs, and fiends, to prowl;
A wolf in form, as erst a wolf in soul! To Pholoë, forest wild, he hy'd away,
The horrid haunt of favage monsters foul : There helpless innocence is still his prey, Thief of the bleating fold, and shepherd's dire dismay.
Tho' Jove to good Euphormius' cot did wend,
Where peaceful dwelt the man of virtue high, Each shepherd's praise, and eke each shepherd's friend,
In every act of sweet humanity;
Him Jove approaching in mild majesty, Greeted all hail ! then bade him join the throng
Of glitt'rand lights that gild the glowing sky: There shepherd's nightly view his orb yhong, Where bright he shines eterne, the brightest stars emong.
I saw Neæra; and, her instant slave,
Tho' born a Briton, hugg'd the servile chain,
Her usage well repays my coward heart !
Meanly she triumphs in her lover's shame;
No smile of love rewards the loss of fame.
Oh! that, to feel these killing pangs no more,
On Scythian hills I lay, a fenfeless stone!
And in the vast Atlantick stood alone!
Adieu, ye Mufesor my passion aid;
Why should I loiter by your idle spring 2
And she contemns the trifles which I sing !
I do not ask the lofty Epick ftrain,
Nor strive to paint the wonders of the sphere:
Adieu, ye Muses, if she will not hear!
No more in useless innocence I'll pine:
Since guilty presents win the greedy fair,
But.chiefly thine, O Venus, will I tear.