Past. V.
PASTORALS.
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Nor winding Streams that through the Valley glide;
And the scarce cover'd Pebbles gently chide.
MENALCAS.
That play'd my Coridon's unhappy Flame.
The same that sung Neæra's conqu'ring Eyes;135
And, had the Judge been just, had won the Prize.
MOPSUS.
The Handle Brass; the Knobs in equal range.
Antigenes, with Kisses, often try'd
To beg this Present, in his Beauty's Pride;140
When Youth and Love are hard to be deny'd.
But what I cou'd refuse, to his Request,
Is yours unask'd, for you deserve it best.