had no mind to marry, yet he was violently in love with his charmer. He now told the fields his sorrows, and the echo repeated his desponding complaints. The moon and the stars were most ruefully invoked to witness his tears and his despair. His amorous fury and grief were, however, only poetical. He did, indeed, rove the fields, abscond himself in the most solitary recesses of the wood, gaze wildly at the waterfalls, and conjure the chilling autumnal gales, which only the absence of all feeling could mistake for Zephyrs, to waft his sighs and amorous complaints to his cruel Phyllis.
I was not displeased at that unfavourable turn of our affairs: and if the girls only had been a little more of our party, this would have afforded the finest opportunity for adventures. My healthy blood spoke of nothing but of murder and elopement. Opposition made me enterprising; and I could have torn our faithless inamoratas from the bosom of their parents, and carriedthem
