1 A MARYLLIS: OR, THE THIRD IDYLLIUM OF THEOCRITUS, Paraphrafed. To Amaryllis Love compels my way, My browzing goats upon the mountains stray : O Tityrus, tend them well, and fee them fed In paftures fresh, and to their watering led; And 'ware the ridgling with his budding head. Ah, beauteous nymph! can you forget your love, The conscious grottos, and the fhady grove; Where stretch'd at ease your tender limbs were laid, Your nameless beauties nakedly display'd? Then I was call'd your darling, your defire, With kiffes fuch as fet my foul on fire: But you are chang'd, yet I am ítill the fames My heart maintains for both a double flame; Griev'd, but unmov'd, and patient of your fcorn: So faithful I, and you so much forsworn ! I die, and death will finish all my pain; Yet, ere I die, behold me once again : Am I fo much deform'd, so chang'd of late? What partial judges are our love and hate! Ten Ten wildings have I gather'd for my dear; And folded fern that your fair forehead fhade. Taught from his tender years the taste of blood; O polish'd hardness soften'd to the fight! I rave, I rave, and in my raging fit fhall tear I might have read my fortune long ago, When, feeking my fuccefs in love to know, A poppy-leaf upon my palm to lay : I ftruck, and yet no lucky crack did follow; But harvest done, to chare-work did afpire; And, |