Eclogue

1    I|   tarrying, came,~Now when, from Galatea’s yoke released,~I serve
2    I| Amaryllis: for I will own,~While Galatea reigned over me, I had~No
3  III|          I keep.”~Damoetas.~“Gay Galatea throws an apple at me,~Then
4  III|          uttered O how oft,~Hath Galatea spoke! waft some of them,~
5  VII|    Corydon.~“Daughter of Nereus, Galatea mine,~Sweeter than Hybla-thyme,
6   IX|           no paltry song:~“Come, Galatea, what pleasure is ‘t to