tastes sweetest, when, on his smooth shepherd-staffof olive leaning, Damon thus began.DAMON“Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,bring in the genial day, while I make moanfooled by vain passion for a faithless bride,for Nysa, and with this my dying breathcall on the gods, though little it bestead—the gods who heard her vows and heeded not.‘Begin, my flute, with me Maenalian lays.’Ever hath Maenalus his murmuring grovesand whispering pines, and ever hears the songsof love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who firstbrooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.‘Begin, my flute, with me Maenalian lays.’Nysa to Mopsus given! what may not thenwe lovers look for? soon shall we see mategriffins with mares, and in the coming ageshy deer and hounds together come to drink.‘Begin, my flute, with me Maenalian lays.’Now, Mopsus, cut new torches, for they bring