Pan loved his neighbour Echo; Echo loved a frisking Satyr; and Satyr, he was head over ears for Lyde. As Echo was Pan’s flame, so was Satyr Echo’s, and Lyde master Satyr’s. It was love reciprocal; for by just course, even as each of those hearts did scorn its lover, so was it also scorned being such a lover itself. To all such as be heartwhole be this lesson read: If you would be loved where you be loving, then love them that love you.
Aqui fica um pequeno poema de Mosco, em tradução inglesa, que nos dá que pensar…
