Eclogue

1  III|      strains are to the Muses dear.~Damoetas.~“From Jove the
2  III|       be seen.”~Menalcas.~“My dear Amyntas comes unasked to
3   IV|      for the time draws nigh,~Dear child of gods, great progeny
4   VI|      can there be~A page more dear to Phoebus, than the page~
5  VII| poplar doth Alcides hold most dear,~The vine Iacchus, Phoebus
6 VIII|      home.~These relics once, dear pledges of himself,~The
7    X|     all unworthy of a loss so dear -~Gallus lay dying? for