Still, I counted their sport above my work. Love conquers all; let us, too, yield to Love!
The poet makes this notional scion of Jove the occasion to predict his own metabasis up the scale in eposrising from the humble range of the bucolic to the lofty range of the heroicpotentially rivaling Homer : he thus signals his own ambition to make Roman epic that will culminate in the Aeneid.
According to the evidence we possess, literary implied etymologies of Galatea appear first in Hellenistic poetry and specifically in Theocritus, though he was not the first poet to introduce the Polyphemus-Galatea story but probably Philoxenus of Cythera.
Though many victims left my sheepfold and a lot of rich cheese was pressed for the ungrateful town, my hand never came home filled with coins. The child who has not won a smile from his parents, no god ever honoured with his table, no goddess with her bed!
Unbidden, the goats will bring home their udders swollen with milk, and the cattle will not fear huge lions. It was that wicked boy. Can I trust my eyes?
Now once more neither Hamadryads, nor songs please me: once more you yourselves vanish from me, you woodlands. Damoetas and Lyctian Aegon will sing to me, and Alphesiboeus will imitate the leaping Satyrs.