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They be themselves: then let's all go yferc.
The young man's speech caus'd sad perplexity
Within my brest, but yet I did forbear,
And fairly ask'd their names. He answered me
He Autaparnes hight; but she Hypomone.

I Simon am the son of this sad pair,
Who though full harsh they seem to outward sight,
Yet when to Dizoie men forth do fare.
No company in all the land so meet
They find as these. Their pace full well I weet
Is very slow, and so to youthful haste
Displeasing; and their counsels nothing sweet
To any Beironite; but sweetest taste
Doth bitter choler breed, and haste doth maken waste.

Nor let that breast impierced with weeping wound,
An uncouth spectacle, disturb your mind.
His blood's my food. If he his life effund
To utmost death, the high God hath design'd,
That we both live. He in my heart shall find
A seat for his transfused soul to dwell;
And when that's done, this death doth eke unbind
That heavy weight that doth Hypomone quell,
Then I Anautœsthetus hight, which seems me well.

So both their lives do vanish into mine,
And mine into Atuvus life doth melt,
Which fading flux of time doth uot define,
Nor is by any Autœsthesian felt.