Exhaustive dries away: oh then be thine
To sit in shade of rocks; with [112]Byblian wine,
And goat’s milk, stinted from the kid, to slake
Thy thirst, and eat the shepherd’s creamy cake;
The flesh of new-dropt kids and youngling cows,
That, never teeming, cropp’d the forest browse.
With dainty food so saturate thy soul,
And drink the wine dark-mantling in the bowl:
While in the cool and breezy gloom reclined
Thy face is turn’d to catch the breathing wind;