Thus, either Time his sickle brings
In vain, or else in vain his wings.
A PASTORAL DIALOGUE.
SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS.
_Shep._ This mossy bank they press'd. _Nym._That aged oak
Did canopy the happy pair
All night from the damp air.
_Cho._ Here let us sit, and sing the words they spoke,
Till the day-breaking their embraces broke.
_Shep._ See, love, the blushes of the morn appear:
And now she hangs her pearly store
(Robb'd from the eastern shore)
I' th' cowslip's bell and rose's ear:
Sweet, I must stay no longer here.
_Nym._ Those streaks of doubtful light usher not day,
But show my sun must set; no morn
Shall shine till thou return:
The yellow planets, and the gray
Dawn, shall attend thee on thy way.
_Shep._ If thine eyes gild my paths, they may forbear
Their useless shine. _Nym._ My tears will quite
Extinguish their faint light.
_Shep._ Those drops will make their beams more clear,
Love's flames will shine in every tear.
_Cho._ They kiss'd, and wept; and from their lips and eyes,
In a mix'd dew of briny sweet,
Their joys and sorrows meet;
But she cries out.
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