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Nay she herself will never strive to hideHer love, 'tis too well known to be denied:She saw young Jasius in the Cretan grovePursue the deer, she saw, and fell in love.She then perceived when first she felt the fire,On this side modesty, on that desire;Desire prevail'd, and then the field grew dry,The farmer lost his crop and knew not why;When he had toil'd, manur'd his grounds, and plough' d,