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A Dialogue between Thyrsis and Damon.

Damon.

Thyrsis , kind Swain, come near, and lend a sigh, a tear, to thy sad Friend; Forsaken Damon cals.

Thyrsis.

Poor Wight, I come; But wherefore in this plight? Thine eyes are red, thy griefs are swelling: Tell them, Sorrow's half cur'd by telling.

Damon.

Take then the cause of all my woes, Phillis is gone.

Thyrsis.

Why, let her go, 'tis but with other Nimphs and Swains, to sport upon the Neigb'ring Plains; she'l come again, be't but to find the Heart with thee she left behind.

Damon.

Alas, she's taken mine! Her's free as Ayre is gone unchain'd by me, though

I with such devotion sought her love, as to great Pan I ought, whilst my pale look and scatter'd sheep show'd I, nor thoughts, nor flocks could keep.

Thirsis.

Chere up, and lightly by her set.

Damon.

He never lov'd that could forget.

Chorus.

Love is a Riddle, which he best unties, whose reason's not betray'd by his eyes, whose reason's not betrayed, betrayed by his eyes.