THEOCRITUS I, 117–135
“By glen no more, by glade no more. And 'tis O farewell to thee,
“ Sweet Arethuse,[1] and all pretty waters down Thymbris vale that flee;
Country-song, more county-song, ye Muses;
“For this, O this is that Daphnis, your kine to field did bring,
“This Daphnis he, led stirk and steer to you a—watering.
Country-song, more county-song, ye Muses.
“And Pan, O Pan, whether at this hour by Lycee’s mountain—pile
“Or Maenal steep thy watch thou keep, come away to the Sicil isle,
“Come away from the knoll of Helicè[2] and the howe lift high i’ the lea,
“The howe of Lycáon’s child, the howe that Gods in heav’n envye;
Country-song, leave county-song, ye Muses;
“Come, Master, and take this pretty pipe, this pipe of honey breath,
“Of wax well knit round lips to fit; for Love hales mé to my death.
Country-song, leave county-song, ye Muses.
“Bear violets now ye briers, ye thistles violets too;
“Daffodilly may hang o the juniper, and all things go askew;
“Pines may grow figs now Daphnis dies, and hind tear hound if she will,
