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Lacon. Would Sybaris ran honey, maiden mine ; On thee, then, in its sweetness, dipping low Thy water-pitcher, every morn should shine. Comatas. On clover are my little she-goats fed ; The mastic shoots they trample to the ground. And on the soft ground-laurel make their bed. Lacon. The honey-flower sweet my lambs have found * Specifics against anger. 80 The Sicilian Idyls of Theocritus And everywhere the creeping vines are spread. And, rich as roses, flourish all around. Comatas. No more, no mo...re do I Alcippe love. For unto me she gave no fond caress When yesterday I brought to her the dove. Lacon. But evermore my darling will I bless For the kind kiss she gave me once, to prove. For present of a pipe, her thankfulness. Comatas. Against the nightingale sings not the pye. Nor is the hoopoe rival of the swan ; But, upstart, thou must every one defy. Morson, I bid the shepherd cease. The prize doth lie With thee, Comatas. To the nymphs begone ! Offer the lamb in pledge of victory, — But see that Morson hath a haunch anon.
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