Eclogues

Virgil

Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.

  1. “It profiteth me naught, Amyntas mine,
  2. that in your very heart you spurn me not,
  3. if, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.”
DAMOETAS
  1. “Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
  2. send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
  3. I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.”
MENALCAS
  1. “I am all hers; she wept to see me go,