Eclogue

1    1|   shall have them, since my gifts you spurn.~Come hither,
2    1| boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts~Alexis; no, nor would Iollas
3    1|  would Iollas yield,~Should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack!~
4  III|  loves; for Phoebus his own gifts,~Bays and sweet-blushing
5  III|   better known.”~Damoetas.~“Gifts for my love I’ve found;
6   IV|   freely forth~Her childish gifts, the gadding ivy-spray~With
7   VI|  Tereus— what a feast,~What gifts, to him by Philomel were