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 74 If this be false, let these new greens decay, Stagna tamen timeat; nec carpat ab arbore flores: 90 And when in youth he feeks the fhady woods, 95 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. |