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Daphne's Answer to Sylvia declaring she	A
should esteem all as Enemies	B
who should talk to her of LOVE	C
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THEN to the snowy Ewe in thy esteem	D
The Father of the Flock a Foe must seem	D
The faithful Turtles to their yielding Mates	E
The cheerful Spring which Love and Joy creates	E
That reconciles the World by soft Desires	F
And tender Thoughts in ev'ry Breast inspires	G
To you a hateful Season must appear	H
Whilst Love prevails and all are Lovers here	I
Observe the gentle Murmurs of that Dove	C
And see how billing she confirms her Love	C
For this the Nightingale displays her Throat	J
And Love Love Love is all her Ev'ning Note	J
The very Tygers have their tender Hours	F
And prouder Lyons bow beneath Love's Pow'rs	F
Thou prouder yet than that imperious Beast	K
Alone deny'st him Shelter in thy Breast	L
But why should I the Creatures only name	M
That Sense partake as Owners of this Flame	M
Love farther goes nor stops his Course at these	F
The Plants he moves and gently bends the Trees	F
See how those Willows mix their am'rous Boughs	F
And how that Vine clasps her supporting Spouse	F
The silver Firr dotes on the stately Pine	N
By Love those Elms by Love those Beeches join	O
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But view that Oak behold his rugged Side	P
Yet that rough Bark the melting Flame do's hide	P
All by their trembling Leaves in Sighs declare	Q
And tell their Passions to the gath'ring Air	Q
Which had but Love o'er Thee the least Command	R
Thou by their Motions too might'st understand	R
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AMINTOR being ask'd by THIRSIS	F
Who is the Object of his Love	C
speaks as follows	F
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Amint THIRSIS to Thee I mean that Name to show	S
Which only yet our Groves and Fountains know	S
That when my Death shall through the Plains be told	T
Thou with the wretched Cause may'st that unfold	T
To every one who shall my Story find	U
Carv'd by thy Hand in some fair Beeches rind	U
Beneath whose Shade the bleeding Body lay	V
That when by chance she shall be led that way	V
O'er my sad Grave the haughty Nymph may go	S
And the proud Triumph of her Beauty shew	W
To all the Swains to Strangers as they pass	F
And yet at length she may but Oh alas	F
I fear too high my flatt'ring Hopes do soar	X
Yet she at length may my sad Fate deplore	X
May weep me Dead may o'er my Tomb recline	N
And sighing wish were he alive and Mine	N
But mark me to the End	Y
Thir Go on for well I do thy Speech attend	Y
Perhaps to better Ends than yet thou know'st	Z
Amint Being now a Child or but a Youth at most	A2
When scarce to reach the blushing Fruit I knew	W
Which on the lowest bending Branches grew	W
Still with the dearest sweetest kindest Maid	B2
Young as myself at childish Sports I play'd	B2
The Fairest sure of all that Lovely Kind	U
Who spread their golden Tresses to the Wind	U
Cydippe's Daughter and Montano's Heir	Q
Whose Flocks and Herds so num'rous do appear	H
The beauteous Sylvia She 'tis She I love	C
Warmth of all Hearts and Pride of ev'ry Grove	C2
With Her I liv'd no Turtles e'er so fond	D2
Our Houses met but more our Souls were join'd	E2
Together Nets for Fish and Fowl we laid	B2
Together through the spacious Forest stray'd	B2
Pursu'd with equal Speed the flying Deer	H
And of the Spoils there no Divisions were	F2
But whilst I from the Beasts their Freedom won	G2
Alas I know not how my Own was gone	H2
By unperceiv'd Degrees the Fire encreas'd	B2
Which fill'd at last each corner of my Breast	B2
As from a Root tho' scarce discern'd so small	I2
A Plant may rise that grows amazing tall	I2
From Sylvia's Presence now I could not move	J2
And from her Eyes took in full Draughts of Love	C
Which sweetly thro' my ravish'd Mind distill'd	B2
Yet in the end such Bitterness wou'd yield	B2
That oft I sigh'd ere yet I knew the cause	F
And was a Lover ere I dream'd I was	F
But Oh at last too well my State I knew	W
And now will shew thee how this Passion grew	W
Then listen while the pleasing Tale I tell	K2
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THIRSIS persuades AMINTOR not to despair upon the	L2
redictions of Mopsus discov'ring him to be an Impostor	F2
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Thirsis Why dost thou still give way to such Despair	Q
Amintor Too just alas the weighty Causes are	M2
Mopsus wise Mopsus who in Art excels	F
And of all Plants the secret Vertue tells	F
Knows with what healing Gifts our Springs abound	B2
And of each Bird explains the mystick Sound	B2
'Twas He ev'n He my wretched Fate foretold	B2
Thir Dost thou this Speech then of that Mopsus hold	B2
Who whilst his Smiles attract the easy View	W
Drops flatt'ring Words soft as the falling Dew	W
Whose outward Form all friendly still appears	F
Tho' Fraud and Daggers in his Thoughts he wears	F
And the unwary Labours to surprize	F
With Looks affected and with riddling Lyes	F
If He it is that bids thy Love despair	Q
I hope the happier End of all thy Care	Q
So far from Truth his vain Predictions fall	I2
Amint If ought thou know'st that may my Hopes recall	I2
Conceal it not for great I've heard his Fame	M
And fear'd his Words	F
Thir When hither first I came	M
And in these Shades the false Imposter met	B2
Like Thee I priz'd and thought his Judgment great	B2
On all his study'd Speeches still rely'd	B2
Nor fear'd to err whilst led by such a Guide	B2
When on a Day that Bus'ness and Delight	B2
My Steps did to the Neighb'ring Town invite	B2
Which stands upon that rising Mountain's side	B2
And from our Plains this River do's divide	B2
He check'd me thus Be warn'd in time My Son	G2
And that new World of painted Mischiefs shun	G2
Whose gay Inhabitants thou shalt behold	B2
Plum'd like our Birds and sparkling all in Gold	B2
Courtiers that will thy rustick Garb despise	F
And mock thy Plainness with disdainful Eyes	F
But above all that Structure see thou fly	N2
Where hoarded Vanities and Witchcrafts lie	N2
To shun that Path be thy peculiar Care	Q
I ask what of that Place the Dangers are	M2
To which he soon replies there shalt thou meet	B2
Of soft Enchantresses th' Enchantments sweet	B2
Who subt'ly will thy solid Sense bereave	O2
And a false Gloss to ev'ry Object give	P2
Brass to thy Sight as polish'd Gold shall seem	D
And Glass thou as the Diamond shalt esteem	D
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Huge Heaps of Silver to thee shall appear	H
Which if approach'd will prove but shining Air	Q
The very Walls by Magick Art are wrought	B2
And Repitition to all Speakers taught	B2
Not such as from our Ecchoes we obtain	Q2
Which only our last Words return again	R2
But Speech for Speech entirely there they give	P2
And often add beyond what they receive	O2
There downy Couches to false Rest invite	B2
The Lawn is charm'd that faintly bars the Light	B2
No gilded Seat no iv'ry Board is there	Q
But what thou may'st for some Delusion fear	H
Whilst farther to abuse thy wond'ring Eyes	F
Strange antick Shapes before them shall arise	F
Fantastick Fiends that will about thee flock	S2
And all they see with Imitation mock	S2
Nor are these Ills the worst Thyself may'st be	A
Transform'd into a Flame a Stream a Tree	A
A Tear congeal'd by Art thou may'st remain	Q2
'Till by a burning Sigh dissolv'd again	R2
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Thus spake the Wretch but cou'd not shake my Mind	B2
My way I take and soon the City find	B2
Where above all that lofty Fabrick stands	F
Which with one View the Town and Plains commands	F
Here was I stopt for who cou'd quit the Ground	B2
That heard such Musick from those Roofs resound	B2
Musick beyond th' enticing Syrene's Note	B2
Musick beyond the Swan's expiring Throat	B2
Beyond the softest Voice that charms the Grove	C2
And equal'd only by the Spheres above	C
My Ear I thought too narrow for the Art	B2
Nor fast enough convey'd it to my Heart	B2
When in the Entrance of the Gate I saw	F
A Man Majestick and commanding Awe	T2
Yet temper'd with a Carriage so refin'd	B2
That undetermin'd was my doubtful Mind	B2
Whether for Love or War that Form was mo	S

Anne Kingsmill Finch

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