Eclogue

1    I|       set~Your vines in order! Go, once happy flock,~My she-goats,
2    I|     happy flock,~My she-goats, go. Never again shall I,~Stretched
3  III|       hers; she wept to see me go,~And, lingering on the word, ‘
4  VII|     out-lasted! Fie for shame!~Go home, my cattle, from your
5  VII|      cattle, from your grazing go!”~Corydon.~“Ye mossy springs,
6   IX|       are taking him— ill luck go with the same!-’~These kids
7   IX|    arrive, then singing let us go,~Our way to lighten; and,
8   IX| lighten; and, that we may thus~Go singing, I will case you
9    X|       rising-go, my she-goats, go.~ ~