Ye Gods of Love, who pity Lover's Pain. (If any Gods the Pain of Lovers pity) &c.
And again.
A simple Shepherd Born in Arcady, Of gentlest Blood that ever Shepherd bore, &c.
Such beautiful Turns of Words as these are extremely scarce in Spencer; but he has not one but what is inimitably fine and natural.
Let us now see the two Phrazes which Creech has happen'd upon.
Whose Language I have observ'd to be infinitely the best of any of our
Pastoral writers, next to Spencer. This is one of them. A Shepherdess
says to a persuading Swain.
You will deceive, you Men are all Deceit;
And we so willing to believe the Cheat.
The other is this, to Diana; when she consents.
I liv'd your Vot'ry, but no more can live.
CHAP. III.
The Tender in Pastory distinguish'd from that in Epick poetry or Tragedy.