100 NOTES APJD 



Renew net now my woes, lolas cried ; 



But put, oh Chromis, this discourse aside ; 



For Lycabae alarm sufficient gave, 



When late we paddled on the Lucrine wave. 



In farthest climes he saw the setting sun, 



Beyond the waves and clouds his journey ruo ; 



Just as from ou Cajeta he descends, 



And far beyond the land his circuit ends ; 



No noise is heard as down his chariot bends. 



The people's different modes he understood ; 



Teir oaken houses and their huts of wood ; 



Their cities, places, names, and tribes he knew ; 



The bellovacians, and morinoes too, 



And rough tarbellians; words pronounced with pain,- 



How rivers wandered through a breadth of plain ; 



How iwne new Loire he sailed with covered pro'w j 



But other cares demand attention now. 



Do thou, since love of Chloris warms thy veins, 



Ascend this rock and alternate my strains ; 



Mopsus will hear, and succouring our need, 



Pour forth the music of his slender reed. 



They said, and I agreed ; without command 



My sounding pipe I quickly took in hand j 



And as by turns the swains their silence broke, 



I furnished music to the words they spoke j 



Nor more delay, his voice blythe Chromis tried, 



And quick responding lolas replied. 



CHROMIS. 



Ye nereids, holy maids of ocean ! bear 

 Gifts from your floods to please my cruel fair j 

 Or ? if she slight them, search the deeps around 

 Till for my desperate love a cure be found. 



lOLAS. 



Ye sirens, powers revered ! attend my prayer ; 

 Let Nisa own me, and her slights forbear ; 

 Or see m^ iie ; Jbeneatii the rolling wave 

 Midst rocks and sea-wrack 1 shall find a grave, 



