Eclogue

1    V| Menalcas.~So is thy song to me, poet divine,~As slumber on the
2  VII|     with ivy-spray~Your budding poet, so that Codrus burst~With
3   IX|      sung; the swains~Call me a poet, but I believe them not:~
4    X|       Of us they feel no shame, poet divine;~Nor of the flock
5    X|    Maids, shall it suffice~Your poet to have sung, the while
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