desere nunc nemus et Nympharum, durus, amores! at diversa Sagen turbantem fallere nervo tum primum puer ausus Hylas (spes maxima bellis pulcher Hylas, si fata sinant, si prospera Iuno), prostravitque virum celeri per pectora telo.
now desert the groves, hard-hearted one, ay, and the loves of the Nymphs! Meantime in another quarter Sages was making havoc when the lad Hylas, then first adventuring, deceived him with his bow (the comely Hylas, mens hope in warfare, if Fate but grant it, if Juno be kind), and laid low his man with a winged arrow through the heart.
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