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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126092 Diaper, William, d. 1717. Nereides: or Sea-Eclogues. London Printed by J. H. for E. Sanger, at the Post-House, at the Middle-Temple-Gate in Fleetstreet 1712 pp. 22-27. x, 69 p.

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[ Nereides : ] Eclogue V. Mergus . Lycon . Mer. Lycon begin — begin the mournful Tale ; You know what 'tis to love and not prevail : Describe Pasinthas in his daily Moan , How much he lov'd , and how he was undone . Lyc. Ungrateful Ioessa , vainly coy , And proud of youthful Charms despis'd the Boy ; Has left the calmer Sea's pacifick Arms , Where constant Heat the smiling Ocean warms . To shun the Youth : ( such is the Pow'r of Hate ) Some windy Bay is now her lone Retreat . In vain Pasinthas sought in ev'ry Cave , In ev'ry Creek , and mark'd each rising Wave ; To ev'ry Isle he rov'd with wild Despair , And ask'd , if Ioessa had been there . In vain he has the fruitless Search pursu'd , For she is gone , and will no more be woo'd . Pierc'd with the killing Thought the Lover sighs , And stills the rising Storms with louder Cries : While thus he sadly plains ; in mournful Rounds , The Air thro' hollow Rocks repeats the distant Sounds , Each winding Cavern tells the fruitless Care , And ev'ry Rock upbraids the absent Fair ; By the sad Echo's which it still returns , It seems to pity , when the Triton mourns : But the coy Nymph , deaf to the Mer-man's Cry , Is still unmov'd , and makes no kind Reply . While thus Pasinthas plain'd , the Dolphins came , And wept to hear his Moan ; the Nereids swam In beauteous Crowds around , and thus they said ; " Weep not , fond Triton , for a peevish Maid , " Tho' she is gone let not the Youth despair , " For there are kinder Nymphs , and Nymphs as fair . But , Mergus , Love is deaf as well as blind . The best Advice is thought the most unkind . Restless he goes from the fair pitying Throng To a dark Cave , where Sea-cows lay their young . A silent Grot sad as his Thoughts he found , Where frightful Gloom , and Horrors sate around . There on its slimy Bottom careless laid , He sigh'd and wept ; he sigh'd , and then he said : Have I then lov'd to be repaid with Scorn ; Ye Gods ! 'tis hard , too cruel to be born . What ? — Have I poyson'd too the hated Sea , That Ioessa leaves her home for me ? Had you but told ; had you your Hatred shown , I would have lov'd unpity'd , and unknown ; By my own Flight I had prevented yours , And , banish'd hence , retir'd to distant Shores , Where rigid lasting Cold , and Northern Blasts O'er whiten'd Lands a pearly Shining cast ; Where Icy Flakes like floating Isles appear , And fiercely meet ; the Noise you'll dread to hear , Nor can your tender Limbs the piercing Climate bear . Muscles in Shoals on mighty Whales attend , Who feed the worthless Fish , and court the puny Friend : Fierce Sharks by gentle Usage are reclaim'd , But Female Pride is savage , and untam'd . Go then , Ingrate , whom Love could never please , To boist'rous Channels , and to foreign Seas , Where Rocks like you unmov'd with careless Pride Repulse the Waves , and check the rising Tide . Thus the unhappy Youth was heard to moan ; The Winds to sigh , the Hollow seem'd to groan , And dropping Tears fell from the weeping Stone . Merg . Thy Song's more grateful than a Summer's Breeze , Whose cooling Breath , and gentle Fannings please , And move in wanton Rings the listning Seas . Not half so sweet , when first the Morning dawns , Are juicy Oysters , or the luscious Prawns . But now the Sun is dipt in cooling Streams ; The twilight is no more ; no doubtful Gleams Of weaker Light the flitting Shades divide , But they unmixt prevail , and every Object hide . The Sea is heard with deeper Sound to roar , And slumbring Waters may be said to snore . Each Nymph is stretching on her oozy Bed , And scarce a Fish pops up his sleepy Head ; Those who were clung to Rocks , the shelly Heap Drop from their Hold , and fall into the Deep . Nature her self is still , her Labours cease , And all lies wrapt in Silence , and unactive Ease .