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AMYNTAS.
AMYNTAS.
Another mistress find!—I've lost myself:
When grim despair with his chill hand hath seized us,
And broken nature's elasticity,
We look around for solace, but in vain.

THYRSIS.
Weak-hearted man!—drive off the fiend, despair:
Firm perseverance yet may gain the nymph.
What will not time, and perseverance do!
The keen progression of the mind of man
Changes in every age the face of nature:
Nought is too wondrous for its force, and art;
It tames the lions, and Hyrcanian tygers.

AMYNTAS.
But my distress will not admit delay:
I long for shelter in the quiet grave.

THYRSIS.
You will not need to brook a long delay;
Woman is angry soon, and soon appeased;

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