Eclogue

1   IV|    then,~Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that~His sire
2   IV|     retire.~Begin to greet thy mother with a smile,~O baby-boy!
3    V|        streams -~When she, his mother, clasping in her arms~The
4 VIII| Maenalian lays.~Once with your mother, in our orchard-garth,~A
5 VIII|     Love it was once steeled a mother’s heart~With her own offspring’
6 VIII|     blood her hands to imbrue:~Mother, thou too wert cruel; say
7 VIII|      say wert thou~More cruel, mother, or more ruthless he?~Ruthless
8 VIII|        Ruthless the boy, thou, mother, cruel too.~“Begin, my flute,