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Proftrate, with tears their kindred plant bedew,
And strait a voice, while yet a voice remains, Thus thro' the trembling boughs in fighs complains.
If to the wretched any faith be given,
I swear by all th' unpitying pow'rs of heav'n, 70 No wilful crime this heavy vengeance bred;
In mutual innocence our lives we led :
Stagna tamen timeat; nec carpat ab arbore flores:
And when in youth he seeks the fhady woods,
She ceas'd at once to speak, and ceas'd to be ; And all the nymph was loft within the tree; 101 Yet latent life thro' her new branches reign'd, And long the plant a human heat retain’d.