[22] From Virg. Ecl. viii. 110:
Parcite, ab urbe venit, jam parcite carmina, Daphnis.
Stafford's translation in Dryden's Miscellany:
Cease, cease, my charms,
My Daphnis comes, he comes, he flies into my arms.
[23] Dryden's Virg. Ecl. viii. 26, 29:
While I my Nisa's perjured faith deplore.
Yet shall my dying breath to heav'n complain.
[24] This imagery is borrowed from Milton's Comus, ver. 290:
Two such I saw, what time the laboured ox
In his loose traces from the furrow came.—Wakefield.
[25] Variation:
And the fleet shades fly gliding o'er the green.—Pope.