Then Phillis' and Neaera's praise forbear, And ye who sing of Amaryllis cease, Or flying Galataea, not so fair, Tityrus and Melibaeus, with your peace!
'Twas here the beauteous lady took a mare, Which liked her best, of all that herd's increase.
Then, and then first conceived the thought, again To seek in the Levant her antient reign.
