Eclogue

1    I|       So in old age, you happy man, your fields~Will still
2    I|  neighbouring flock.~Happy old man, who ‘mid familiar streams~
3  III|      shrink,~Nor budge for any man: only do you,~Neighbour
4   IV| mellowing years have made thee man,~No more shall mariner sail,
5   VI|       Approaching— for the old man many a time~Had balked them
6  VII|     art the guardian of a poor man’s plot.~Wrought for a while