One seems to hear Sakuntala and her friends talking, or Akontios complaining. So, too, when the unhappy lover laments (Aminta):
In my lamentings I have found
A very pity in the pebbly waters,
And I have found the trees
Return them a kind voice:
But never have I found,
Nor ever hope to find,
Compassion in this hard and beautiful
What shall I call her?
Aminta describes to Tirsis how his love grew from boyhood up: