Eclogue

 1    I|    country-side.~See, sick at heart I drive my she-goats on,~
 2    I|    wood-pigeons that are your heart’s delight,~Nor doves their
 3    I|    Tigris drink,~Than from my heart his face and memory fade.~
 4  III|     Palaemon, with your whole heart’s skill -~For it is no slight
 5  III|       mine,~That in your very heart you spurn me not,~If, while
 6  VII| Libethrian Nymphs, who are my heart’s delight,~Grant me, as
 7 VIII|       once steeled a mother’s heart~With her own offspring’s
 8 VIII|      with these will~Upon the heart of Daphnis make essay.~Nothing
 9   IX|         Now, cowed and out of heart,~Since Fortune turns the
10   IX|       pleas but linger out my heart’s desire:~Now all the deep
11    X|    recks not aught of it: his heart no more~With tears is sated