Whom universal Nature did lament, 60

When by the rout that made the hideous roar

His gory visage down the stream was sent,

Down the swift Hebrus, to the Lesbian shore?

Alas! what boots it with incessant care

To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd’s trade, 65

And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?

Were it not better done, as others use,

To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,

Or with the tangles of Neæra’s hair?