Eclogue

1    I|    this one, O my Tityrus, scarce can lead:~For ‘mid the hazel-thicket
2  III|   is even love the cause -~Scarce have the flesh to keep their
3 VIII| twixt the conquering bays.~Scarce had night’s chilly shade
4 VIII|  apples. My twelfth year~I scarce had entered, and could barely