while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this shepherd here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this shepherd here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Virgil - Eclogues
