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AMYNTAS.
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I laughed at her confusion; and my laugh
Fluttered her more, and raised her deeper blushes.
But as her art already had disposed
Part of her hair, and part remained dishevelled;
I could observe her sometimes steal a look
To the clear water of sweet information,
And smile to see her half-embellished figure:
For charms in negligence ne'er fail to please,
Admit an infinite variety; nay, seem
More free, and more expanded by disorder.
I heedfully remarked these circumstances;
Though at the time I seemed not to observe them.

THYRSIS.
By your account of Sylvia, my suspicions
Are verified; did I not shrewdly guess?

DAPHNE.
You did—but can it be that human kind
Had all this early craft in former days?
No—when I was myself of Sylvia's age,

I was