[
Tasso
,
Aminta
:
]
Daphne's
Answer
to
Sylvia
,
declaring
she
should
esteem
all
as
Enemies
,
who
should
talk
to
her
of
LOVE
.
THEN
,
to
the
snowy
Ewe
,
in
thy
esteem
,
The
Father
of
the
Flock
a
Foe
must
seem
;
The
faithful
Turtles
to
their
yielding
Mates
.
The
chearful
Spring
,
which
Love
and
Joy
creates
,
That
reconciles
the
World
by
soft
Desires
,
And
tender
Thoughts
in
ev'ry
Breast
inspires
,
To
you
a
hateful
Season
must
appear
,
Whilst
Love
prevails
,
and
all
are
Lovers
here
.
Observe
the
gentle
Murmurs
of
that
Dove
,
And
see
,
how
billing
she
confirms
her
Love
!
For
this
,
the
Nightingale
displays
her
Throat
,
And
Love
,
Love
,
Love
,
is
all
her
Ev'ning
Note
.
The
very
Tygers
have
their
tender
Hours
,
And
prouder
Lyons
bow
beneath
Love's
Pow'rs
.
Thou
,
prouder
yet
than
that
imperious
Beast
,
Alone
deny'st
him
Shelter
in
thy
Breast
.
But
why
should
I
the
Creatures
only
name
That
Sense
partake
,
as
Owners
of
this
Flame
?
Love
farther
goes
,
nor
stops
his
Course
at
these
:
The
Plants
he
moves
,
and
gently
bends
the
Trees
.
See
how
those
Willows
mix
their
am'rous
Boughs
;
And
,
how
that
Vine
clasps
her
supporting
Spouse
!
The
silver
Firr
dotes
on
the
stately
Pine
;
By
Love
those
Elms
,
by
Love
those
Beeches
join
.
But
view
that
Oak
;
behold
his
rugged
Side
:
Yet
that
rough
Bark
the
melting
Flame
do's
hide
.
All
,
by
their
trembling
Leaves
,
in
Sighs
declare
And
tell
their
Passions
to
the
gath'ring
Air
.
Which
,
had
but
Love
o'er
Thee
the
least
Command
,
Thou
,
by
their
Motions
,
too
might'st
understand
.