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ON the fourth day of January, I had passed the evening in the company of some beautiful and amiable young ladies. Contrary to my usual custom of retiring at an early hour, I sat up late, amusing myself and trifling with these ladies, which brought to my imagination, during sleep, the most delightful images. I fancied I heard a voice, which recited these verses, borrowed by Virgil from Theocritus:
"What phrensy, shepherd has thy soul possess'd? / Thy vineyard lies half prun'd, and half undress'd, / Quench, Corydon, thy long unanswered fire; / Mind what the common wants of life require. / On willow twigs employ thy weaving care; / And find an easier love, though not so fair."