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AMYNTAS.
The blushing rose no more those cheeks will show,
To which the soul oft sent a deeper glow.
But while they lived, Love was their constant guard,
Improved them, and augmented their reward:
Virtue by kindred virtue was refined,
And higher transport beamed from mind to mind:
At length stepped in the inexorable foe,
Envious to see such bliss reside below.
Nay oft the Gods forsake the seats above,
('Tis said a tedium sometimes creeps on Jove)
By habit with their heavenly dainties cloyed,
Their nectar, and ambrosia long enjoyed,
Sick of the splendour of their thrones divine,
Sick of the strains of Phœbus, and the Nine;
For rural groves exchange the realms of day,
Pleased uncorrupted nature to survey,
With unambitious mortals pleased to share,
Almost Heaven's happiness, without it's glare.
To which the soul oft sent a deeper glow.
But while they lived, Love was their constant guard,
Improved them, and augmented their reward:
Virtue by kindred virtue was refined,
And higher transport beamed from mind to mind:
At length stepped in the inexorable foe,
Envious to see such bliss reside below.
Nay oft the Gods forsake the seats above,
('Tis said a tedium sometimes creeps on Jove)
By habit with their heavenly dainties cloyed,
Their nectar, and ambrosia long enjoyed,
Sick of the splendour of their thrones divine,
Sick of the strains of Phœbus, and the Nine;
For rural groves exchange the realms of day,
Pleased uncorrupted nature to survey,
With unambitious mortals pleased to share,
Almost Heaven's happiness, without it's glare.
Thus
