Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen. 95 III. SONG. N YMPHS and Shepherds dance no more By fandy Ladon's lillied banks, On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar Trip no more in twilight ranks, Though Erymanth your lofs deplore, A better foil fhall give ye thanks. From the ftony Mænalus Bring your flocks, and live with us, To serve the Lady of this place. Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were, Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen.. 100 105 |