Eclogue

 1    1|      disdain~Of Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed,~Albeit he was so
 2  III|                   ECLOGUE III~MENALCAS, DAMOETAS, PALAEMON~Menalcas.~
 3  III|  MENALCAS, DAMOETAS, PALAEMON~Menalcas.~Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
 4  III|     him~Committed to my care.~Menalcas.~O every way~Unhappy sheep,
 5  III|    the light nymphs laughed -~Menalcas.~Ay, then, I warrant, when
 6  III|     to the boy,~Cross-grained Menalcas, ay, and had you not~Done
 7  III|   would have chafed to death.~Menalcas.~With thieves so daring,
 8  III|        but the goat was mine.~Menalcas.~You out-pipe him? when
 9  III|       upon the match with me.~Menalcas.~Naught from the flock I’
10  III|      who would prate of cups?~Menalcas.~You shall not balk me now;
11  III|     Damoetas, sing,~Then you, Menalcas, in alternate strain:~Alternate
12  III|      for my songs hath care.”~Menalcas.~“Me Phoebus loves; for
13  III|  willows, hoping to be seen.”~Menalcas.~“My dear Amyntas comes
14  III|      build their airy nests.”~Menalcas.~“Ten golden apples have
15  III|        for the gods to hear.”~Menalcas.~“It profiteth me naught,
16  III|     you yourself shall come.”~Menalcas.~“I am all hers; she wept
17  III|       of Amaryllis is to me.”~Menalcas.~“As moisture to the corn,
18  III| heifer for your reader feed!”~Menalcas.~“Pollio himself too doth
19  III|      thorn-bush spices bear.”~Menalcas.~“Who hates not Bavius,
20  III|  adder lurking in the grass.”~Menalcas.~“Forbear, my sheep, to
21  III|       wash them in the pool.”~Menalcas.~“Boys, get your sheep together;
22  III|    love that wastes us both.”~Menalcas.~“These truly— nor is even
23  III|     than three ells to view.”~Menalcas.~“Say in what country grow
24    V|                     ECLOGUE V~MENALCAS, MOPSUS~Menalcas.~Why, Mopsus,
25    V|    ECLOGUE V~MENALCAS, MOPSUS~Menalcas.~Why, Mopsus, being both
26    V|       me to bide~Your choice, Menalcas, whether now we seek~Yon
27    V|   vine’s clusters over-laced!~Menalcas.~None but Amyntas on these
28    V|   strive~To out-sing Phoebus?~Menalcas.~Do you first begin,~Good
29    V| Amyntas match them if he can.~Menalcas.~As limber willow to pale
30    V| myself more fair than they.’”~Menalcas.~So is thy song to me, poet
31    V|      me your singing praised.~Menalcas.~“In dazzling sheen with
32    V|    sing, ‘A god,~A god is he, Menalcas “Be thou kind,~Propitious
33    V|   adown their bouldered beds.~Menalcas.~First this frail hemlock-stalk
34    V|     you see,~And equal knots, Menalcas, fashioned fair!~
35   IX|      Was by the songs of your Menalcas saved.~Moeris.~Heard it
36   IX|     your Moeris here,~No, nor Menalcas, were alive today.~Lycidas.~
37   IX|   solace that we had in thee,~Menalcas! Who then of the Nymphs
38   IX|       first: but at your wish~Menalcas will repeat them oft enow.~
39    X|    winter-acorns dripping-wet~Menalcas. All with one accord exclaim:~“