Eclogue

 1    1|       Damoetas’ dying-gift:~‘Mine once,’ quoth he, ‘now yours,
 2  III|    know it, but the goat was mine.~Menalcas.~You out-pipe
 3  III|      for my love I’ve found; mine eyes have marked~Where the
 4  III| profiteth me naught, Amyntas mine,~That in your very heart
 5  III|     your own.”~Palaemon.~Not mine betwixt such rivals to decide:~
 6   VI|      Cynthian god~Plucked at mine ear and warned me: “Tityrus,~
 7   VI|  haply there may chance upon mine eyes~The white bull’s wandering
 8  VII|  Daughter of Nereus, Galatea mine,~Sweeter than Hybla-thyme,
 9   IX| husbandmen!~These fields are mine.” Now, cowed and out of
10   IX|      them not:~For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet~Or