Eclogue
1    I|       sick at heart I drive my she-goats on,~And this one, O my Tityrus,
2    I|       Go, once happy flock,~My she-goats, go. Never again shall I,~
3  III|       Damoetas.~“Back with the she-goats, Tityrus, grazing there~
4   IV| themselves,~Untended, will the she-goats then bring home~Their udders
5  VII|     the sheep,~And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk -~Both
6    X|        hard by,~The flat-nosed she-goats browse the tender brush.~
7    X|        s star is rising-go, my she-goats, go.~ ~
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