BATTUS. The child of Polybotas-the sweet singer, Who for the mowers at Hippocoon's chaunted. MILON. Sinners heaven pricks-you have what long you wanted; A dry tree-frog will hug you close in bed. BATTUS. None of your jibes: care-breeding Love is said, And not old Plutus only, to be blind. Don't talk too big. MILON. I do not only mind To cut the corn down, and some love-song try BATTUS. To sing my charmer, slender, straight, and tall, Ye, whatsoe'er ye please to touch, refine. Lovely Bombyce! tho' all men beside Are dark; yet these are chosen first of all I sandalled, in a robe that proudly flows. Twinkling like the quick dice; your voice is sweet; MILON. He privily hath learned to sing-how well! But my poor chin in vain this great beard nurses; List to a snatch or two of Lytierses. Damater! fruit-abounding! grant this field Be duly wrought, and rich abundance yield. Bind without waste, sheaf-binder! lest one say, These men of fig-wood are not worth their pay. Let the sheaf-hillock look to north or west; The corn, so lying, fills and ripens best. Ye threshers! let not sleep steal on your eyes At noon - for then the chaff most freely flies. Up with the lark to reap, and cease as soon As the lark sleeps - but rest yourself at noon. Happy the frog's life! none, his drink to pour, He looks for he has plenty evermore. Boil, niggard steward! the lentil; and take heed, Don't cut your hand to split a cumin-seed. Men toiling in the sun such songs befit; Is only fit - to whisper in her ears, When your old mother wakes as dawn appears. IDYL XI. THE CYCLOPS. ARGUMENT. The poet addresses the poem to his friend Nicias, the physician, and asserts that there is no remedy for love but the Muses. He then introduces Polypheme, sitting on a rock that overlooks the sea, and beguiling his care with song. The Cyclops reproaches Galatea with her pride and indifference; states that he is aware she rejects his love because his features are not such as feminie delight to look on, but mentions his wealth, which he invites her to partake. He breaks into an expression of his passionate longing for her presence; and blames his mother for not pleading his cause with the fair sea-nymph. He at last checks himself, and prudently resolves to desist from a vain pursuit ; solacing himself with the conviction that other maidens look on him more favourably. |