Adieu, my dear, whose love I bought so dear;
Adieu, my little lambs and loved sheep;
Adieu, ye woods, that oft my witness were:
Adieu, good Hobbinol, that was so true,
Tell Rosalind, her Colin bids her adieu."
COLIN'S EMBLEME.
Vivitur ingenio: cætera mortis erunt.
(The creations of genius live; other things shall be the prey of death.)
