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AMYNTAS.
With such humanity, I yet would hope,
Amyntas will his Sylvia's mind impress,
And mollify to love that heart of stone.
That heart by every title he should gain.
What more engaging youth adorns our hamlets?
Did ever shepherd burn with warmer love?
Say, do not rival nymphs bleed for Amyntas?
Yet can their fame, or can thy cruel scorn,
One moment turn his constant thoughts from thee;
Can'st thou pretend his birth discredits țhine?
The fair Cydippe was thy mother; she
Claimed for her sire our noble river-god;
And is not he Silvanus' son, of whom
Pan is the father, the great god of shepherds?
Look in the mirror of the chrystal stream,
And Sylvia, thou must own that Amaryllis
Possesses beauty not less rare than thine.
Yet he rejects her smiles, and courts thy frowns,
Suppose (determined man can do strange things,
Heaven grant the supposition may be vain!)
Amyntas will his Sylvia's mind impress,
And mollify to love that heart of stone.
That heart by every title he should gain.
What more engaging youth adorns our hamlets?
Did ever shepherd burn with warmer love?
Say, do not rival nymphs bleed for Amyntas?
Yet can their fame, or can thy cruel scorn,
One moment turn his constant thoughts from thee;
Can'st thou pretend his birth discredits țhine?
The fair Cydippe was thy mother; she
Claimed for her sire our noble river-god;
And is not he Silvanus' son, of whom
Pan is the father, the great god of shepherds?
Look in the mirror of the chrystal stream,
And Sylvia, thou must own that Amaryllis
Possesses beauty not less rare than thine.
Yet he rejects her smiles, and courts thy frowns,
Suppose (determined man can do strange things,
Heaven grant the supposition may be vain!)
That
