Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- and waxen plums withal: this fruit no less
- shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck
- you too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
- for so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon,
- you are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts
- alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield,
- should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack!
- What misery have I brought upon my head!—
- loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,