Georgic

1    I|   and Tethys win thee to her son~With all her waves for dower;
2  III|    Phillyron,~And Amythaon’s son Melampus. See!~From Stygian
3   IV|      me, yet thou call’st me son.~Nay, then, arise! With
4   IV|      and now Cyrene from her son~Had heard his idle weeping,
5   IV|      he feeds.~Him first, my son, behoves thee seize and
6   IV|    transformations, thou, my son,~More straitlier clench
7   IV| trembling listener: “Nay, my son,~From that sad bosom thou