full-length in polished marble, ankle-boundwith purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.”THYRSIS“A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;thou art the guardian of a poor man's plot.Wrought for a while in marble, if the flockat lambing time be filled,stand there in gold.”CORYDON“Daughter of Nereus, Galatea mine,sweeter than Hybla-thyme, more white than swans,fairer than ivy pale, soon as the steersshall from their pasture to the stalls repair,if aught for Corydon thou carest, come.”THYRSIS“Now may I seem more bitter to your tastethan herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,more worthless than strewn sea-weed, if to-dayhath not a year out-lasted! Fie for shame!Go home, my cattle, from your grazing go!”CORYDON“Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,and arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,ward off the solstice from my flock, for now