Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- done him some mischief, would have chafed to death.
- With thieves so daring, what can masters do?
- Did I not see you, rogue, in ambush lie
- for Damon's goat, while loud Lycisca barked?
- And when I cried, “Where is he off to now?
- Gather your flock together, Tityrus,”
- you hid behind the sedges.
- Well, was he
- whom I had conquered still to keep the goat.