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Now, Tityrus, you, supine and careless laid,

Play on your pipe beneath this beechen shade;

While wretched we about the world must roam,

And leave our pleasing fields and native home,

Here at your ease you sing your amorous flame,

And the wood rings with Amarillis’ name.