comparing small with great; but this as far above all other cities rears her head as cypress above pliant osier towers. MELIBOEUS And what so potent cause took you to Rome ? TITYRUS Freedom, which, though belated, cast at length her eyes upon the sluggard, when my beard 'gan whiter fall beneath the barber's blade— cast eyes, I say, and, though long tarrying, came, now when, from Galatea's yoke released, I serve but Amaryllis: for I will own, while Galatea reigned over me, I had no hope of freedom, and no thought to save. Though many a victim from my folds went forth, or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town, never with laden hands returned I home. MELIBOEUS I used to wonder, Amaryllis, why you cried to heaven so sadly, and for whom you left the apples hanging on the trees; 'twas Tityrus was away. Why, Tityrus, the very pines, the very water-springs, the very vineyards, cried aloud for you. TITYRUS What could I do? how else from bonds be freed, or otherwhere find gods so nigh to aid? There, Meliboeus, I saw that youth to whom yearly for twice six days my altars smoke. There instant answer gave he to my suit, “Feed, as before, your kine, boys, rear your bulls.” MELIBOEUS So in old age, you happy man, your fields will still be yours, and ample for your need! Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all