Eclogue

1    I| Meliboeus.~So in old age, you happy man, your fields~Will still
2    I|      of a neighbouring flock.~Happy old man, who ‘mid familiar
3    I|      vines in order! Go, once happy flock,~My she-goats, go.
4    V|    thy voice art thou, thrice happy boy,~Ranked with thy master,
5   VI|      love of her white bull -~Happy if cattle-kind had never
6   VI|    All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,~Heard, as Apollo