O'er the Desert, cross the Meadows, br Hunters blew the merry Horn ; br Phoebus chas'd the flying Shadows : br Eccho, she reply'd, in Scorn ; br Still adoring, br And deploring, br Why must Thirsis lose his Life ? br br Rivers murmur'd from their Fountains, br Acorns dropping from the Oaks, br Fawns came tripping o'er the Mountains, br Fishes bit the naked Hooks ; br Still admiring, br And desiring : br When shall Phillis be a Wife.