Trip no more in twilight ranks;
Though [Erymanth] your loss deplore, 100
A better soil shall give ye thanks.
From the stony [Mænalus]
Bring your flocks, and live with us;
Here ye shall have greater grace,
To serve the Lady of this place. 105
[Though Syrinx your Pan’s mistress were],
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.
Such a rural Queen