113 ���Alone deny'st him Shelter in thy Breast. But why should I the Creatures only name That Sense partake, as Owners of this Flame? Love farther goes, nor stops his Course at these: The Plants he moves, and gently bends the Trees. See how those Willows mix their am'rous Boughs ; 20 And, how that Vine clasps her supporting Spouse ! The silver Firr dotes on the stately Pine ; By Love those Elms, by Love those Seeches join. But view that Oak; behold his rugged Side : Yet that rough Bark the melting Flame do's hide. All, by their trembling Leaves, in Sighs declare And tell their Passions to the gath'ring Air. Which, had but Love o'er Thee the least Command, Thou, by their Motions, too might'st understand. �AMINTOB being ask'd by THIBSIS who is the object of his Love? speaks as follows �Amint. THIKSIS! to Thee I mean that Name to �show, �Which, only yet our Groves, and Fountains know: That, when my Death shall through the Plains be �told, �Thou with the wretched Cause may'st that unfold To every-one, who shall my Story find Carv'd by thy Hand, in some fair Beeches rind ; Beneath whose Shade the bleeding Body lay: That, when by chance she shall be led that way, O'er my sad Grave the haughty Nymph may go, And the proud Triumph of her Beauty shew 10 �To all the Swains, to Strangers as they pass ; And yet at length she may (but Oh! alas! I fear, too high my flatt'ring Hopes do soar) Yet she at length may my sad Fate deplore ; ��� �
