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with yellow marigold. I too will pick
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quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down,
chestnuts, which Amaryllis wont to love,
and waxen plums withal: this fruit no less
shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck
you too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
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for so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon,
you are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts
alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield,
should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack!
What misery have I brought upon my head!—
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loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
and the wild boar upon my crystal springs!
Whom do you fly, infatuate? gods ere now,
and Dardan Paris, have made the woods their home.
Let Pallas keep the towers her hand hath built,
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us before all things let the woods delight.
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
the wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
in wanton sport the flowering cytisus,
