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Knit with three knots, the Fillets, knit 'em streight;
And say, These Knots to Love I consecrate.
Haste, Amaryllis, haste; restore, my Charms,
My lovely Daphnis to my longing Arms.110

As Fire this Figure hardens, made of Clay;
And this of Wax with Fire consumes away;
Such let the Soul of cruel Daphnis be;
Hard to the rest of Women; soft to me.
Crumble the sacred Mole of Salt and Corn,115
Next in the Fire the Bays with Brimstone burn.
And while it crackles in the Sulphur, say,
This, I for Daphnis burn; thus Daphnis burn away.
This Laurel is his Fate: Restore, my Charms,
My lovely Daphnis to my longing Arms.120

As when the raging Heyfar, through the Grove,
Stung with Desire, pursues her wand'ring Love;
Faint at the last, she seeks the weedy Pools,
To quench her thirst, and on the Rushes rowls:
Careless of Night, unmindful to return,125
Such fruitless Fires perfidious Daphnis burn.
While I so scorn his Love; Restore, my Charms,
My lingring Daphnis to my longing Arms.

These Garments once were his; and left to me;
The Pledges of his promis'd Loyalty:130