A silly sylvan
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1 A silly sylvan, kissing heav'n-born fire,
Scorchèd his lips for his so fond desire:
I, not so fond, but gazed whilst such fire burned,
And all my heart straight into flames was turned.
2 The sylvan justly suffered for his kiss,
His fire was stol'n, and stol'n things go amiss;
But I, alas! unjustly; for to have her,
Her heav'nly fire the Gods and Graces gave her.