Eclogue

1    I| Meliboeus, graft your pears, now set~Your vines in order! Go,
2  III|       one Conon, in the midst he set,~And one— how call you him,
3  III|       seasons? Nor as yet~Have I set lip to them, but lay them
4  III|         his wake; nor yet~Have I set lip to them, but lay them
5    V|        olive-oil two bowls, will set;~And of the wine-god’s bounty
6   IX|      thick leafage, let us sing.~Set down the kids, yet shall