Cornelis van Poelenburgh. Amaryllis Giving Myrtill the Prize [det.], c1635.
Damon, I cannot blame your will,|
'Twas chance and not design did kill;
For whilst you did prepare your charms,
On purpose Sylvia to subdue:
I met the arrows as they flew,
And saved her from their harms.
Alas she cannot make returns,
Who for a swain already burns,
A shepherd whom she does caress:
With all the softest marks of love,
And 'tis in vain thou seek'st to move,
The cruel shepherdess.
Content thee with this victory,
Think me as fair and young as she:
I'll make thee garlands all the day,
And in the groves we'll sit and sing;
I'll crown thee with the pride o'th' spring,
When thou art lord of May.
Behn, Aphra. Oroonoko, and Other Writings. Paul Salzman, ed.
Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1994. 216-217.
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