Shepherd.

For pity, tell.

Nymph.

Choose one whose love may be assur’d25
By thine: who ever knew
Inveterate diseases cur’d
But by receiving new?

Shepherd.

All will, like her, my soul perplex.

Nymph.

Yet try.

Shepherd.

Oh, could there be30
But any softness in that sex,
I’d wish it were in thee!