Thy servants’ tasks and all their rations share;
[140]What time the people to the courts repair.
These days obey the all-wise Jove’s behest:
The first new moon, the fourth, the seventh is blest:
Phœbus, on this, from mild Latona born,
The golden-sworded god, beheld the morn.
The eighth, nor less the ninth, with favouring skies,
Speeds of th’ increasing month each rustic enterprise;
And on th’ eleventh let thy flocks be shorn,
And on the twelfth be reap’d thy laughing corn: