The doctor is nearing them rapidly; they can imagine the shepherd's tartan.
One of the months in the "Shepherd's Calendar" is composed in it.
Grief is not an inmate of the plain; the hours of the shepherd are sped in gaiety and mirth.
You too are young and uninured even to the misfortunes of the shepherd.
But, oh, shepherd, what avails it to live in hopeless misery?