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Thus Diomedes. Venulus withdraws;

Unsped the service of the common cause.

Puteoli he passes, and survey’d

A cave long honour’d for its awful shade.

Here trembling reeds exclude the piercing ray,

Here streams in gentle falls through windings stray,

And with a passing breath cool zephyrs play.

The goatherd god frequents the silent place,

As once the wood nymphs of the sylvan race,

Till Appulus with a dishonest air,

And gross behaviour, banish’d thence the fair:

The bold buffoon, whene’er they tread the green,

Their motion mimics, but with jest obscene.

Loose language oft he utters; but ere long

A bark in filmy network binds his tongue.

Thus changed, a base wild olive he remains;

The shrub the coarseness of the clown retains.