l. 551. woe. instead of ll. 593-8:
Come, my dear Friend, discard that Brow of Care: What was at first intended all things are; All by the mighty Cause for bliss designed The only good of Matter and in Mind. So was I taught by one who taught me all That I the first and only good can call! (U.P.)
instead of ll. 601-2;
I meant again, in spite of every Cow, To pass that way and hear my Shepherd’s Vow. (U.P.)
after l. 625:
When the sun is descended the moon will arise; And sweeter her softer and mellower Ray, When the blossom no longer is fair in our Eyes, The Fruit will enlarge and our losses repay; And when from the cheek the young Roses decay, Tis a Sign that the Fire is collected within: No longer for Boys the light flower to display, But manly Affections to wake and to win. (U.P.)
instead of ll. 626-41:
My Damon was the first to wake The Flame that slept but cannot die; My Damon is the last to take The best the truest softest Sigh.
The Life between is nothing worth: O! cast it all as vile away. Save the sweet Day that gave it Birth, And this a fonder happier Day.
O tell me not what I have done, When there is so much done amiss; For who can fate and madness shun In such bewildering World as this?