Be guilty? Ah! how nearly, thyself,

Reft was the solace that we had in thee,

Menalcas! Who then of the Nymphs had sung,

Or who with flowering herbs bestrewn the ground,

And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?-

Who sung the stave I filched from you that day

To Amaryllis wending, our hearts' joy?-

"While I am gone, 'tis but a little way,