And godlike Paris, in th' Idæan grove,
To Priam's wealth preferr'd Enone's love.
In cities which she built let Pallas reign;
Tow'rs are for gods, but forests for the swain.
The greedy lioness the wolf pursues,
The wolf the kid, the wanton kid the browse;
Alexis, thou art chas'd by Corydon:
All follow sev'ral games, and each his own.
See, from afar, the fields no longer smoke;
The sweating steers, unharnass'd from the
yoke,

Bring, as in triumph, back the crooked plow;
The shadows lengthen as the sun goes low.
Cool breezes now the raging heats remove:
Ah, cruel Heaven, that made no cure for
love!

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I wish for balmy sleep, but wish in vain; Love has no bounds in pleasure, or in pain. What frenzy, shepherd, has thy soul possess'ď?

Thy vineyard lies half prun'd, and half undress'd.

Quench, Corydon, thy long unanswer'd fire; Mind what the common wants of life require: On willow twigs employ thy weaving care, And find an easier love, tho' not so fair.

THE THIRD PASTORAL

OR, PALEMON

MENALCAS, DAMOETAS, PALEMON

THE ARGUMENT

Damætas and Menalcas, after some smart strokes of country raillery, resolve to try who has the most skill at a song; and accordingly make their neighbor Palæmon judge of their performances; who, after a full hearing of both parties, declares himself unfit for the decision of so weighty a controversy, and leaves the victory undetermin'd.