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VI. THYRSIS hath lost his Kid.

Ah, Thyrsis! what avails this wasting Woe?
Thy lost Kid wanders thro' the Shades below!
The Wolf hath torn him, on the Pasture-Plain;
He died—And can thy Tears bring Life again?
Thy very Dogs exclaim: ‘What boots thy Moan?
‘When nought of him remains—no—not a Bone!’