Eclogue

 1    I|   simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,~Whereto we shepherds
 2    I|    pressed for the unthankful town,~Never with laden hands
 3 VIII|       of song.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
 4 VIII| asunder burst.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
 5 VIII|       delight.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
 6 VIII|    that I ply.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
 7 VIII|      this bay.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
 8 VIII|       to heal.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
 9 VIII|      the debt.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
10 VIII| standing corn.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
11 VIII|      cares he.~“Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis
12 VIII|    Daphnis is coming from the town, give o’er.”~
13   IX|     Moeris?— Make you for the town,~Or on what errand bent?~
14   IX|        yet shall we reach the town;~Or, if we fear the night