Pan Echo loved; she loved the frisky Faun;
The Faun to Lyda by strong love was drawn;
As Echo Pan, the Faun did Echo burn,
And Lyda him; all felt in love in turn.
And with what scorn the loved the lover grieved
Was that one scorned, and like for like received.
Hear, heart-free! Let who love you love obtain,
That if you love, you may be loved again.
translated by M. J. Chapman
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