Pan loved his neighbour Echo- but that child
Of Earth and Air pined for the Satyr leaping;
The Satyr loved with wasting madness wild
The bright nymph Lyda- and so three went weeping.
As Pan loved Echo, Echo loved the Satyr,
The Satyr Lyda- and so love consumed them.-
And thus to each- which was a woeful matter-
To bear what they inflicted Justice doomed them;
For in as much as each might hate the lover,
Each loving, so was hated.- Ye that love not
Be warned- in thought turn this example over,
That when ye love- the like return ye prove not.

translated by Percy Bysshe Shelley