“Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,the wrath of Amaryllis is to me.”MENALCAS“As moisture to the corn, to ewes with younglithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,so sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.”DAMOETAS“My Muse, although she be but country-bred,is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!”DAMOETAS“Pollio himself too doth new verses make:feed ye a bull now ripe to butt with horn,and scatter with his hooves the flying sand.”DAMOETAS“Who loves thee, Pollio, may he thither comewhere thee he joys beholding; ay, for himlet honey flow, the thorn-bush spices bear.”MENALCAS“Who hates not Bavius, let him also lovethy songs, O Maevius, ay, and therewithalyoke foxes to his car, and he-goats milk.”DAMOETAS“You, picking flowers and strawberries that growso near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!