While Nape was making the bread and Dryas boiling the ram, Daphnis and Chloe had time to go forth as far as the ivy-bush; and when he had set his snares again and pricked his lime-twigs, they not only catched good store of birds, but had a sweet collation of kisses without intermission, and a dear conversation in the language of love: Chloe, I came for thy sake. I know it, Daphnis. 'Tis long of thee that I destroy the poor birds. What wilt thou with me? Remember me. I remember thee, by the Nymphs by whom heretofore I have sworn in yonder cave, whither we will go as soon as ever the snow melts. But it lies very deep, Chloe, and I fear I shall melt before the snow. Courage, man; the Sun burns hot. I would it burnt like that fire which now burns my very heart. You do but gibe and cozen me! I do not, by the goats by which thou didst once bid me to swear to thee.
~ Longus (Longos)
