To do thy will, whose trust
Is in thee, help the weak,
On whom for thy sake Love doth vengeance wreak.
"Let not this tyrant bear
The spoils away that were thine own before,
But with thy bounteous care
And choice rewards once more
Unto their senses do thou strength restore."
As Lenio ceased singing, he was courteously received by all the shepherds, and when he heard them name Damon and Thyrsis, whom he only knew by repute, he was astonished at seeing their admirable bearing, and so he said to them:
'What encomiums would suffice, though they were the best that could be found in eloquence, to have the power of exalting and applauding your worth, famous shepherds, if perchance love's follies were not mingled with the truths of your renowned writings? But since you are in love's decline, a disease to all appearance incurable, though my rude talents may pay you your due in valuing and praising your rare discretion, it will be impossible for me to avoid blaming your thoughts.'