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Pleasant and Diver tive. £Oi
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WJEEP all ye Nymphs, your Floods unbind,
For Strep /ion's now no more ;
Your Tresses spread before the Wind,
And leave the hated Shore :
See, see upon the craggy Rocks,
Each Goddess stripp'd appears;
They beat their Breasts, and rend their Locks,
And swell the Sea with Tears.
The God of Love that fatal hour,
When this poor Youth was born ;
Had sworn by Styx to show his Power,
He'd kill a Man e'er Morn :
For Strephoiis Breast he aim'd his Dart,
And watch'd him as he came ;
He cry'd, and shot him thro' the Heart, '
Thy Blood shall quench my Flame.
On Stella's Lap he laid his Head,
And looking in her Eyes ;
He cry'd, Remember when I am Dead,
That I deserv'd the Prize :
Then down his Tears like Rivers ran,
He sigh'd, you Love, 'tis true ;
You love perhaps a better Man,
But ah ! he Loves not you.