Eclogue

 1    I| Tityrus.~O Meliboeus, ’twas a god vouchsafed~This ease to
 2    I|    This ease to us, for him a god will I~Deem ever, and from
 3    I|     ominous cry.~But who this god of yours? Come, Tityrus,
 4    V|  thickets, shout and sing, ‘A god,~A god is he, Menalcas “
 5    V|     shout and sing, ‘A god,~A god is he, Menalcas “Be thou
 6   VI|    and of kings, the Cynthian god~Plucked at mine ear and
 7 VIII|   beard, nor deem’st that any god~For mortal doings hath regard
 8 VIII|        Uneven numbers are the god’s delight.~“Draw from the
 9    X|      our own eyes beheld~Pan, god of Arcady, with blood-red
10    X|    find healing thus,~Or that god soften at a mortal’s grief!~