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/ Yestere'en when the bat, and the owl, and his mate, / Were holding discourse their small matters about; / And the sun, that the wee little stars might shine out, / Had extinguished the lamp of his lustre so great.
A shepherd exclaimed: "O 'twas folly that I / My love should bestow upon one never kind, / Upon Siris the lovely, whose cold, cruel mind, / Would suffer unmoved a true lover to die.
"Often times, when our flocks on the common did browse, / I'd approach her to pour in her ear my fond vows, / But unto her companions to haste she was sure. / O, light of my eyes! wouldst thou render me blest, / And wouldst grant me two kisses on thy snowy breast, / I swear that each one should an hour endure!"