Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
- and the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
- now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
- pounds Thestilis her mess of savoury herbs,
- wild thyme and garlic. I, with none beside,
- save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
- still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun.
- Better have borne the petulant proud disdain
- of Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed,