Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Alack! alack! for herdsman and for herd!
- It is the self-same love that wastes us both.”
- “These truly—nor is even love the cause—
- scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together
- some evil eye my lambkins hath bewitched.”
- “Say in what clime—and you shall be withal
- my great Apollo—the whole breadth of heaven
- opens no wider than three ells to view.”
- “Say in what country grow such flowers as bear
- the names of kings upon their petals writ,
- and you shall have fair Phyllis for your own.”
- Not mine betwixt such rivals to decide:
- you well deserve the heifer, so does he,
- with all who either fear the sweets of love,
- or taste its bitterness. Now, boys, shut off
- the sluices, for the fields have drunk their fill.