Eclogue

1    I|        Britain, from the whole world sundered far.~Ah! shall
2   IV|    father’s worth~Reign o’er a world at peace. For thee, O boy,~
3   IV|        See how it totters— the world’s orbed might,~Earth, and
4   VI| beginnings grew,~And the young world itself took solid shape,~
5  VII|  several fruits,~Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair~
6 VIII|    when through the whole wide world~I may renown thy verse—
7   IX|        Fortune turns the whole world upside down,~We are taking