AMYNTAS.
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DAPHNE.
But let us wave Amyntas for the present;
Let me awhile speak to the heart of Thyrsis.
Hast thou with purpose stern, and unnatural
Determined ne'er to taste the joys of love?
Thou hast not passed as yet the prime of life.
Sure thirty summers have not flushed that face;
And shouldst thou make thy fleeting, precious youth
An indolent, an unenjoying period?
For all life's other scenes, compared with love,
Are trifling, and unsatisfactory;
They're only children's unideal play;
Like it they actuate not, and feed the heart,
And spring it's vigour with a bolder tone:
Nothing but love deserves the name of pleasure.
But let us wave Amyntas for the present;
Let me awhile speak to the heart of Thyrsis.
Hast thou with purpose stern, and unnatural
Determined ne'er to taste the joys of love?
Thou hast not passed as yet the prime of life.
Sure thirty summers have not flushed that face;
And shouldst thou make thy fleeting, precious youth
An indolent, an unenjoying period?
For all life's other scenes, compared with love,
Are trifling, and unsatisfactory;
They're only children's unideal play;
Like it they actuate not, and feed the heart,
And spring it's vigour with a bolder tone:
Nothing but love deserves the name of pleasure.
THYRSIS.
He who on love rushes not prematurely,
Is not, for that, deserted by the God;
He is not galled with love's asperities;
And when it comes, it smoothly flows upon him.
He who on love rushes not prematurely,
Is not, for that, deserted by the God;
He is not galled with love's asperities;
And when it comes, it smoothly flows upon him.
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