Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen<br />Within thy airy shell<br />By slow Meander's margent green,<br />And in the violet-imbroider'd vale<br />Where the love-lorn nightingale<br />Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well:<br />Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair<br />That likest thy Narcissus are?