Eclogue

1  III|        for Phoebus his own gifts,~Bays and sweet-blushing hyacinths,
2  VII|          Iacchus, Phoebus his own bays,~And Venus fair the myrtle:
3 VIII| ivy-chaplet ‘twixt the conquering bays.~Scarce had night’s chilly
4 VIII|          bitumen burn the brittle bays.~Me Daphnis with his cruelty
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