Then pasture, nothing loth, his lambs; and let young Daphnis fare
No worse, should he stray hither with his steers."
DAPHNIS.
"Pastures and rills, a bounteous race! If Daphnis sang you e'er
Such songs as ne'er from nightingale have flowed;
Then to his herd your fatness lend; and let Menalcas share
Like boon, should e'er he wend along this road."
MENALCAS.
"'Tis spring, 'tis greenness everywhere; with milk the udders teem,
And all things that are young have life anew,