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$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ Ready to seize his Long-despair'd of Prize,
With more than Mortal Extacy he flies,
And youthful Fury sparkles in his Eyes.
She fled:—He like Apollo chas'd the Fair;
The Fair to shun him took not Daphne's Care:
With swiftest Speed at first she scours the Field,
And flying, seems as half averse to Yield;
The wanton Winds her Snowy limbs expose,
And at each Blast unlook'd-for Charms disclose,
Each well-turn'd Leg attracts the Lover's Eyes,
And the Nymph seems more beauteous as she flies:
But now, with short fetch'd steps she moves more slow,
Her panting Sides her slacken'd Paces show;
Back on the Swain she looks—She trips; She falls;
And, falling, on her much lov'd Thyrsis calls:

Thyrsis