Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- “It profiteth me naught, Amyntas mine,
- that in your very heart you spurn me not,
- if, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.”
- “Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
- send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
- I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.”
- “I am all hers; she wept to see me go,