Eclogue

 1    I|    mind me well,~Which many a time, but for my blinded sense,~
 2    1|   Amphion of Circe sang,~What time he went to call his cattle
 3  III|       near the river! I, when time shall serve,~Will take them
 4   IV| Assume thy greatness, for the time draws nigh,~Dear child of
 5   IV|      enraptured of the coming time!~Ah! might such length of
 6    V| worthy to be sung, and many a time~Hath Stimichon to me your
 7   VI|        for the old man many a time~Had balked them both of
 8   VI|      sportive frolic beat the time,~And stubborn oaks their
 9   VI|    clouds soared higher, what time the woods~‘Gan first to
10   VI|  beast to mate, though many a time~On her smooth forehead she
11  VII|       if the flock~At lambing time be filled,stand there in
12  VII|    victory in vain. From that time forth~Is Corydon still Corydon
13 VIII|    shade forsook the sky~What time to nibbling sheep the dewy
14   IX|   children pluck their fruit.~Time carries all things, even
15    X|     Here might our lives with time have worn away.~But me mad