Eclogue

1    1|     to love,~And waxen plums withal: this fruit no less~Shall
2  III|      milking-pail, and feeds withal~Two young ones at her udder:
3  III| reckon up the flock,~And one withal the kids. But I will stake,~
4  III|      clime— and you shall be withal~My great Apollo— the whole
5   VI|    Caucasian birds, and told withal~Nigh to what fountain by
6 VIII|  about thee, and three times withal~Around these altars do thine