Eclogue

1    1|    pity? you’ll drive me to my death.~Now even the cattle court
2  III| mischief, would have chafed to death.~Menalcas.~With thieves
3    V|   Afric lions mourning for thy death.~Daphnis, ’twas thou bad’
4  VII|     the grass-blades thirst to death~In the faint air; Liber
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