Eclogue

1    I| country-side.~See, sick at heart I drive my she-goats on,~And this
2    I|          shepherds oft are wont to drive~The younglings of the flock:
3    1|           Have you no pity? you’ll drive me to my death.~Now even
4   IX|            goats, and, having fed,~Drive to the drinking-pool, and,
5   IX|         drinking-pool, and, as you drive,~Beware the he-goat; with
6    X|        Sign,~In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks.~Love conquers