Eclogue

1    1|   flower~And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine -~With cassia
2  III| Menalcas.~“Pollio himself too doth new verses make:~Feed ye
3   VI|      summits bow.~Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag~
4  VII|       s delight,~Grant me, as doth my Codrus, so to sing -~
5  VII|   rain.”~Corydon.~“The poplar doth Alcides hold most dear,~
6  VII|   myrtle: therewithal~Phyllis doth hazels love, and while she
7 VIII|      Daphnis with his cruelty doth burn,~I to melt cruel Daphnis