Eclogue

1  III|   cold adder lurking in the grass.”~Menalcas.~“Forbear, my
2    V|   divine,~As slumber on the grass to weary limbs,~Or to slake
3  VII|       Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,~And
4 VIII|     nibbling sheep the dewy grass~Tastes sweetest, when, on
5    X| sated than with streams the grass,~Bees with the cytisus,
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