Eclogue

1  III|      shall be withal~My great Apollo— the whole breadth of heaven~
2   IV| chaste Lucina; ’tis thine own~Apollo reigns. And in thy consulate,~
3   IV|      Calliope,~And Linus fair Apollo. Nay, though Pan,~With Arcady
4    V|    then Pales’ self,~And even Apollo, left the country lone.~
5   VI|       that of no grove beside~Apollo more may boast him.” Wherefore
6   VI|       happy stream,~Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,~And
7  VII|  Codrus, so to sing -~Next to Apollo he— or if to this~We may
8    X|   whence this love of thine?” Apollo came;~“Gallus, art mad?”