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DAMOETAS
feed ye a bull now ripe to butt with horn,
and scatter with his hooves the flying sand.”
“Who loves thee, Pollio, may he thither come
where thee he joys beholding; ay, for him
let honey flow, the thorn-bush spices bear.”
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MENALCAS
“Who hates not Bavius, let him also love
thy songs, O Maevius, ay, and therewithal
yoke foxes to his car, and he-goats milk.”
DAMOETAS
“You, picking flowers and strawberries that grow
so near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
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There's a cold adder lurking in the grass.”
MENALCAS
“Forbear, my sheep, to tread too near the brink;
yon bank is ill to trust to; even now
the ram himself, see, dries his dripping fleece!”
DAMOETAS
“Back with the she-goats, Tityrus, grazing there
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so near the river! I, when time shall serve,
will take them all, and wash them in the pool.”
MENALCAS
“Boys, get your sheep together; if the heat,
as late it did, forestall us with the milk,
vainly the dried-up udders shall we wring.”
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