Eclogue

1    I| answer gave he to my suit,~“Feed, as before, your kine, boys,
2    I|     light stags, therefore, feed in air,~The seas their fish
3  III|    a heifer for your reader feed!”~Menalcas.~“Pollio himself
4  III|   too doth new verses make:~Feed ye a bull now ripe to butt
5    V|  bees on thyme and crickets feed on dew,~Thy name, thy praise,
6   VI| Beseems a shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,~But sing a slender
7   IX|       tis but a little way,~Feed, Tityrus, my goats, and,