...rinking-pool, and, as you drive, beware the he-goat; with his horn he butts.“ Ay, or to Varus that half-finished lay, “Varus, thy name, so still our Mantua live— Mantua to poor Cremona all too near— shall singing swans bear upward to the stars.” So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees shun, your kine with cytisus their udders swell, begin, if aught you have. The Muses...