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To FAUNUS, Ode XVIII.

He intreats the Wood-God, that passing through his Fields, he would be gentle and propitious to him.

Faunus, who flying Nimph dost love,
O gently pass my Bounds, and move
Through th' open Fields; kind leave the Flock,
Young growing stock.
As tender Kid we do assign
Each Year to thee, with plenteous Wine
VENUS Comrade; whilst Incence-smoak
Th' old Altar choak.
Cattle do frisk on Banks each-where,
When thy December Nones appear;
Feast kept with idle Ox by Swains
Through grassy Plains

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Wolves then may stalk by Lambkins bold,
Woods drop their Leaves to thee, new-pol'd;
Whilst Bigger beasts in dancing Mirth
Hate toylsom Earth.