Perhaps Arion soon the cause divin’d,
Though shunning still to probe a wounded mind;
He felt the chastity of silent woe,
Though glad the balm of comfort to bestow.
He with Palemon, oft recounted o’er }
The tales of hapless love in ancient lore, }
Recalled to memory by th’ adjacent shore: }
The scene thus present, and its story known,
The lover sighed for sorrows not his own.
Thus, though a recent date their friendship bore,