Daphnis. Nay, even in empty kisses there is a sweet delight.
The Maiden. I wash my lips, I blow away from me thy kisses!
Daphnis. Dost thou wash thy lips? Then give me them again to kiss!
The Maiden. ’Tis for thee to caress thy kine, not a maiden unwed.
Daphnis. Boast not, for swiftly thy youth flits by thee, like a dream.
The Maiden. The grapes turn to raisins, not wholly will the dry rose perish.
Daphnis. Come hither, beneath the wild olives, that I may tell thee a tale.
The Maiden. I will not come; ay, ere now with a sweet tale didst thou beguile me.
Daphnis. Come hither, beneath the elms, to listen to my pipe!
The Maiden. Nay, please thyself, no woful tune delights me.