The Works of Aphra Behn, Volume III
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Chapter 38 No.38

Methought I ask'd him why he cry'd,

My Pity led me on:

All sighing the sad Boy reply'd,

Alas I am undone!

As I beneath yon Myrtles lay,

Down by Diana's Springs,

Amyntas stole my Bow away,

And Pinion'd both my Wings.

            
            

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