that of the Goatherd in the third Idyllium,

--I see that I must die:

Or _Daphnis's_ despair, which _Thyrsis_ sings in the first
_Idyllium_,

Ye Wolves, and Pards, and Mountain Bores adieu,
The Herdsmen now must walk no more with You.

How tender are the lines, and yet what passion they contain! And most
of _Virgil's_ are of this nature, but there are likewise in him some
touches of despairing Love, such as is this of _Alphesiboeus_,

Nor have I any mind to be reliev'd:

{61} Or that of _Damon_,

I'le dy, yet tell my Love e'en whilst I dy:

Or that of _Corydon_,

He lov'd, but could not hope for Love again.

For tho _Pastoral_ doth not admit any violent passions, such as
proceed from the greatest extremity, and usually accompany despair;
yet because Despairing Love is not attended with those frightful and
horrible consequences, but looks more like _grief to be pittied_, and
a _pleasing madness_, than _rage_ and _fury_, _Eclogue_ is so far from
refusing, that it rather loves, and passionately requires them.