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Timolus, Melince and Agno, two Wood-nymphs.
VEG NO, To-day we wear our acron crown,
SAS) The parsley wreath be thine ; it is moft meet
We ply'd our nightly toils, nor ply'd we long,
It was well.
King of the woods, I tremble for the royal arbiter. 'Tis hard to judge, whene'er the great contend, Sure to displease the vanquish’d: When such pow'rs Contest the laurel with such ardent strife, 'Tis not the sentence of fair equity, But 'tis their pleasure that is right or wrong.
If such the fate
Most true. Besides, I fear him partial; for with Pan