Menalcas.
Ye god-created vales and streams! Oh! if Menalcas e’er
Piped aught of pleasant music in your ears;
Then pasture, nothing loath, his lambs; and let young Daphnis fare
No worse, should he stray hither with his steers.
Daphnis.
Ye joy-abounding lawns and springs! If Daphnis sang you e’er
Such songs as ne’er from nightingale have flowed;
Lend to his herd your fatness; and let Menalcas share
Like plenty, should he wend along this road.