Eclogue

1   IV| Befriend him, chaste Lucina; ’tis thine own~Apollo reigns.
2    V|   Mopsus.~You are the elder, ’tis for me to bide~Your choice,
3   VI| Scylla, child of Nisus, who, ’tis said,~Her fair white loins
4   IX|       avail no more than, as ’tis said,~Doves of Dodona when
5   IX|     joy? -~“While I am gone, ’tis but a little way,~Feed,
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