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thought the city men call Rome was like the town
whither we shepherds use to drive our young lambs
to market* Thus puppies are like dogs I kno wt and kids
like their dams, and so I guessed at the great unknown
from my own little world* But Rome towers above
other cities as the tall cypress among the pliant under-
growth*
MELIBOEUS: But what great errand took you to
Rome?
TITYRUS: The hope of freedom, long delayed,
yet stirred my indolence, though now my beard fell
grizzlier when shorn* After long delays it came, nor
me forgot, when Amaryllis joined, and Galatea left
me* Let me confess, while Galatea held me, I had no
hope of freedom, nor of careful saving* Though many
a sacrificial sheep went from my fold, and rich cheese
was carried from our presses to an unprofitable cus-
tomer city, I never came home with a good handful
of cash*
MELIBOEUS: Ah! Amaryllis, I used to wonder at
your sad calls to the gods, and for whom you left the
apples hanging on the tree* Tityrus was far from home*
Tityrus, the very pine-trees, and streams, and vineyards
here kept calling you*
TITYRUS: W hat was I to do ? Nowhere else could
I find such present deities, or be licensed to leave my
servitude* Here I saw, in the glory of manhood, him
to whom a monthly sacrifice goes up from our altars*
He it was who gave me answer to my petition, Lads,
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whither we shepherds use to drive our young lambs
to market* Thus puppies are like dogs I kno wt and kids
like their dams, and so I guessed at the great unknown
from my own little world* But Rome towers above
other cities as the tall cypress among the pliant under-
growth*
MELIBOEUS: But what great errand took you to
Rome?
TITYRUS: The hope of freedom, long delayed,
yet stirred my indolence, though now my beard fell
grizzlier when shorn* After long delays it came, nor
me forgot, when Amaryllis joined, and Galatea left
me* Let me confess, while Galatea held me, I had no
hope of freedom, nor of careful saving* Though many
a sacrificial sheep went from my fold, and rich cheese
was carried from our presses to an unprofitable cus-
tomer city, I never came home with a good handful
of cash*
MELIBOEUS: Ah! Amaryllis, I used to wonder at
your sad calls to the gods, and for whom you left the
apples hanging on the tree* Tityrus was far from home*
Tityrus, the very pine-trees, and streams, and vineyards
here kept calling you*
TITYRUS: W hat was I to do ? Nowhere else could
I find such present deities, or be licensed to leave my
servitude* Here I saw, in the glory of manhood, him
to whom a monthly sacrifice goes up from our altars*
He it was who gave me answer to my petition, Lads,
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