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MENALCAS.

With Phillis I am more in grace than you:$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$

Her Sorrow did my parting-steps pursue:
Adieu my Dear, she said, a long Adieu.

DAMÆTAS.

The Nightly Wolf is baneful to the Fold,

Storms to the Wheat, to Budds the bitter Cold;125
But from my frowning Fair, more Ills I find,
Than from the Wolves, and Storms, and Winter-wind.

MENALCAS.

The Kids with pleasure browze the bushy Plain,

The Show'rs are grateful to the swelling Grain:
To teeming Ewes the Sallow's tender tree;130
But more than all the World my Love to me.

DAMÆTAS.

Pollio my Rural Verse vouchsafes to read:

A Heyfar, Muses, for your Patron breed.

MENALCAS.

My Pollio writes himself, a Bull be bred,

With spurning Heels, and with a butting Head.135

DAMÆTAS.

Who Pollio loves, and who his Muse admires,

Let Pollio's fortune crown his full desires.
Let Myrrh instead of Thorn his Fences fill:
And Show'rs of Hony from his Oaks distil.

MENALCAS.

Who hates not living Bavius, let him be140

(Dead Mævius) damn'd to love thy Works and thee: