Pan loved his neighbour Echo--but that child
Of Earth and Air pined for the Satyr leaping;
The Satyr loved with wasting madness wild
The bright nymph Lyda--and so three went weeping.
As Pan loved Echo, Echo loved the Satyr,
The Satyr Lyda--and so love consumed them.--
And thus to each--which was a woeful matter--
To bear what they inflicted Justice doomed them;
For in as much as each might hate the lover,
Each loving, so was hated.--Ye that love not
Be warned--in thought turn this example over,
That when ye love--the like return ye prove not.