Ecologue IX by Virgil
LYCIDAS, MOERIS Lycidas. Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town, Or on what errand bent? Moeris. O Lycidas, We have lived to see, what never yet we feared, An interloper own our little farm, And say, “Be off, you former husbandmen! These fields are mine.” Now, cowed and out of heart, Since Fortune turns […]