Georgic

1    I|    months,~And let the clods lie bare till baked to dust~
2    I|   midmost, other twain there lie,~By the Gods’ grace to heart-sick
3   II|      wild fruits, lest earth~Lie idle. O blithe to make all
4   II|     drink, on Tyrian rugs to lie;~This hoards his wealth
5  III| ancient royalties behind him lie.~So with all heed his strength
6  III| slumber, nor on forest-ridge~Lie stretched along the grass,
7   IV|      veins~And let the sting lie buried, and leave their
8   IV|       and leave him there to lie.~But ‘neath his ribs they