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 TABLE OF CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 THE EPISTLE ix 
 
 THE GENERAL ARGUMENT xix 
 
 JANUARIE. i^gloga Prima i 
 
 FEBRUARIE. iEgloga Secunda 7 
 
 MARCH, i^igloga Tertia 17 
 
 APRIL, i^gloga Quarta 23 
 
 MAY. iEgloga Quinta 31 
 
 JUNE. iEgloga Sexta 43 
 
 JULY, i^gloga Septima 51 
 
 AUGUST. iEgloga Ocflava 61 
 
 SEPTEMBER, i^gloga Nona 71 
 
 OCTOBER. iCgloga Decima 81 
 
 NOVEMBER, ^gloga Undecima 89 
 
 DECEMBER, i^gloga Duodecima 99 
 
 EPILOGUE 107 
 
 NOTES 109 
 
 GLOSSARY 113 
 
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TO THE MOST EXCELLENT AND LEARNED 
 
 BOTH ORATOR AND POET, 
 
 MAISTER GABRIEL HARVEY, 
 
 His very special and singular good friend E. K. 
 commendeth the good liking of this his good 
 labour, and the patronage of the new Poet. 
 
 Uncouth, unkiss'd, said the old famous poet 
 Chaucer: whom for his excellency and won- 
 derful skill in making, his scholar Lidgate, a 
 worthy scholar of so excellent a maister,calleth 
 the loadstar of our language: and whom our 
 Colin Clout in his ^glogue, calleth Tityrus 
 the god of shepheards, comparing him to the 
 worthiness of the Roman Tityrus, Virgil. 
 Which proverb, mine own good friend M. 
 Harvey, as in that good old poet it served well 
 Pandar's purpose for the bolstering of his 
 bawdy brocage, so very well taketh place in 
 this our new Poet, who for that he is uncouth 
 (as said Chaucer) is unkiss'd, and unknown to 
 most men, is regarded but of a few. But 1 
 doubt not, so soon as his name shall come into 
 the knowledge of men, and his worthiness be 
 sounded in the trump of Fame, but that he 
 shall be not only kiss'd, but also beloved of all, 
 embraced of the most, andwonder'd at of the 
 best. No less, I think, deserveth his wittiness 
 
in devising, his pithiness in uttering, his com- 
 plaints of love so lovely, his discourses of 
 pleasure so pleasantly, his pastoral rudeness, 
 his moral wiseness, his due observing of de- 
 corum everywhere, in personages, in seasons, 
 in matter, in speech ; and generally, in all 
 seemly simplicity of handling his matters, and 
 framing his words : the which of many things 
 which in him be strange, I know will seem 
 the strangest, and words themselves being so 
 ancient, the knitting of them so short and in- 
 tricate, and the whole period and compass of 
 speech so delightsome for the roundness, and 
 so grave for the strangeness. And first of the 
 words to speak, I grant they be something 
 hard, and of most men unused, yet both 
 English, and also used of most excellent 
 authors, and most famous poets. In whom, 
 when as this our Poet hath been much tra- 
 vailed and throughly read, how could it be, 
 (as that worthy orator said) but that walking 
 in the sun, although for other cause he walked, 
 yet needs he must be sunburnt ; and, having 
 the sound of those ancient poets still ringing 
 in his ears, he must needs, in singing, hit out 
 some of their tunes. But whether he useth 
 them by such casualty and custom, or of set 
 purpose and choice, as thinking them fittest 
 for such rustical rudeness of shepheards, either 
 for that their rough sound would make his 
 rhymes more ragged and rustical ; or else 
 
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 because such old and obsolete words are most 
 used of country folk, sure I think, and think I 
 think not amiss, that they bring great grace, 
 and, as one would say, authority to the verse. 
 For albe, amongst many other faults, it 
 specially be objecfted of Valla against Livy, 
 and of other against Sallust, that with over 
 much study they affedl antiquity, as covering 
 thereby credence and honour of elder years ; 
 yet I am of opinion, and eke the best learned 
 are of the like, that those ancient solemn 
 words are a great ornament, both in the one, 
 and in the other: the one labouring to set 
 forth in his work an eternal image of antiquity, 
 and the other carefully discoursing matters of 
 gravity and importance. For, if my memory 
 fail not, Tully in that book, wherein he en- 
 deavoureth to set forth the pattern of a perfe(5l 
 orator, saith that ofttimes an ancient word 
 maketh the style seem grave, and as it were 
 reverend, no otherwise than we honour and 
 reverence gray hairs for a certain religious 
 regard, which we have of old age. Yet neither 
 everywhere must old words be stuffed in, nor 
 the common dialecft and manner of speaking 
 so corrupted thereby, that, as in old buildings, 
 it seem disorderly and ruinous. But all as in 
 most exquisite picftures they use to blaze and 
 pourtray not only the dainty lineaments of 
 beauty, but also round about it to shadow the 
 rude thickets and craggy clifts, that, by the 
 
baseness of such parts, more excellency may 
 accrue to the principal : for oftentimes we find 
 ourselves, I know not how, singularly delighted 
 with the shew of such natural rudeness, and 
 take great pleasure in that disorderly order. 
 Even so do those rough and harsh terms 
 enlumine, and make more clearly to appear, 
 the brightness of brave and glorious wojds. 
 So oftentimes a discord in music maketh a 
 comely concordance : so great delight took 
 the worthy poet Alceus to behold a blemish in 
 the joint of a well-shaped body. But, if any 
 will rashly blame such his purpose in choice 
 of old and unwonted words, him may I more 
 justly blame and condemn, or of witless headi- 
 ness in judging, or of heedless hardiness in 
 condemning : for, not marking the compass of 
 his bent, he will judge of the length of his 
 cast: for in my opinion it is one especial praise 
 of many, which are due to this Poet, that he 
 hath laboured to restore, as to their rightful 
 heritage, such goodand natural English words, 
 as have been long time out of use, and almost 
 clean disherited. Which is the only cause, 
 that our mother tongue, which truly of itself 
 is both full enough for prose, and stately 
 enough for verse, hath long time been counted 
 most bare and barren of both. Which default 
 when as someendeavoured tosalveand recure, 
 they patched up the holes with pieces and 
 rags of other languages, borrowing here of the 
 
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 French, there of the Italian, every where of 
 the Latin ; not weighing how ill those tongues 
 accord with themselves, but much worse with 
 ours : So now they have made our English 
 tongue a gallimaufrey, or hodgepodge of all 
 other speeches. Other some not so well seen 
 in the English tongue, as perhaps in other 
 languages, if they happen to hear an old word, 
 albeit very natural and significant, cry out 
 straightway, that we speak no English, but 
 gibberish, or rather such as in old time 
 ^ Evander's mother spake : whose first shame 
 is, that they are not ashamed, in their own 
 mother tongue, to be counted strangers and 
 aliens. The second shame no less than the 
 first, that what so they understand not, they 
 straightway deem to be senseless, and not at 
 all to be understood. Much like to the mole 
 in ^sop's fable, that, being blind herself, 
 would in no wise be persuaded that any beast 
 could see. The last, more shameful than both, 
 that of their own country and natural speech, 
 which together with their nurse's milk they 
 sucked, they have so base regard and bastard 
 judgment, that they will not only themselves 
 not labour to garnish and beautify it, but also 
 repine, that of other it should be embellished. 
 Like to the dog in the manger, that himself 
 can eat no hay, and yet barketh at the hungry 
 bullock, that so fain would feed : whose currish 
 kind, though it cannot be kept from barking. 
 
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yet I conne them thank that they refrain from 
 biting. 
 
 Now, for the knitting of sentences, which 
 they call the joints and members thereof, and 
 for all the compass of the speech, it is round 
 without roughness, and learned without hard- 
 ness, such indeed as may be perceived of the 
 least, understood of the most, but judged only 
 of the learned. For what in most English 
 writers useth to be loose, and as it were 
 unright, in this Author is well grounded, finely 
 framed, and strongly trussed up together. In 
 regard whereof, I scorn and spue out the 
 rakehelly rout of our ragged rhymers (for so 
 themselves use to hunt the letter) which 
 without learning boast, without judgment 
 jangle, without reason rage and foam, as if 
 some instincfl of poetical spirit had newly 
 ravished them above the meanness of common 
 capacity. And being, in the midst of all their 
 bravery, suddenly, either for want of matter, 
 or rhyme ; or having forgotten their former 
 conceit ; they seem to be so pained and tra- 
 vailed in their remembrance, as it were a 
 woman in childbirth, or as that same Pythia, 
 when the trance came upon her. " Os rabidum 
 fera cor da domans,'' etc. 
 
 Nathless, let them a God's name feed on 
 their own folly, so they seek not to darken the 
 beams of others' glory. As for Colin, under 
 whose person the Author's self is shadowed, 
 
how far he is from such vaunted titles and 
 glorious shews, both himself sheweth, where 
 he saith : 
 
 •' Of Muses, Hobbin, I conne no skill." 
 
 And, 
 
 " Enough is me to paint out my unrest," etc. 
 
 And also appeareth by the baseness of the 
 name, wherein it seemeth he chose rather to 
 unfold great matter of argument covertly than, 
 professing it, not suffice thereto accordingly. 
 Which moved him rather in ^glogues than 
 otherwise to write, doubting perhaps his 
 ability, which he little needed, or minding to 
 furnish our tongue with this kind, wherein it 
 faulteth ; or following the example of the best 
 and most ancient poets, which devised this 
 kind of writing, being both so base for the 
 matter, and homely for the manner, at the first 
 to try their abilities ; and as young birds, that 
 be newly crept out of the nest, by little first 
 prove their tender wings, before they make a 
 greater flight. So flew Theocritus, as you 
 may perceive he was already full fledged. So 
 flew Virgil, as not yet well feeling his wings. 
 So flew Mantuane, as not being full somm'd. 
 So Petrarch. So Boccace. So Marot, Sana- 
 zarius, and also divers other excellent both 
 Italian and French poets, whose footing this 
 author every where followeth : yet so as few, 
 
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but they be well scented, can trace him out. 
 So finally flieth this our new Poet as a bird 
 whose principals be scarce grown out, but yet 
 as one that in time shall be able to keep wing 
 with the best. Now, as touching the general 
 drift and purpose of his ^glogues, I mind not 
 to say much, himself labouring to conceal it. 
 Only this appeareth, that his unstayed youth 
 had long wander'd in the common labyrinth 
 of love, in which time to mitigate and allay 
 the heat of his passion, or else to warn (as he 
 saith) the young shepheards, his equals and 
 companions, of his unfortunate folly, he com- 
 piled these twelve JEglogues^ which, for that 
 they be proportioned to the state of the twelve 
 monethes, he termeth it the Shepheard's Calender, 
 applying an old name to a new work. Here- 
 unto have I added a certain gloss, or scholion, 
 for the exposition of old words and harder 
 phrases ; which manner of glossing and com- 
 menting, well I wot, will seem strange and 
 rare in our tongue : yet, for so much as I knew 
 many excellent and proper devices, both in 
 words and matter, would pass in the speedy 
 course of reading either as unknown, or as not 
 marked ; and that in this kind, as in other, we 
 might be equal to the learned of other nations ; 
 I thought good to take the pains upon me, the 
 rather for that by means of some familiar ac- 
 quaintance I was made privy to his counsel 
 and secret meaning in them, as also in sundry 
 
other works of his. Which albeit I know he 
 nothing so much hateth, as to promulgate, 
 yet thus much have I adventured upon his 
 friendship, himself being for long time far 
 estranged; hoping that this will the rather 
 occasion him to put forthdiversother excellent 
 works of his, which sleep in silence ; as his 
 Dreams, his Legends, his Court of Cupid, and sun- 
 dry others, whose commendation to set out 
 were very vain, the things though worthy of 
 many, yet being known to few. These my 
 present pains, if to any they be pleasurable or 
 profitable, be you judge, mine own Maister 
 Harvey, to whom I have both in respecft of 
 your worthiness generally, and otherwise 
 upon some particular and special considera- 
 tions, vowed this my labour, and the maiden- 
 head of this our common friend's poetry; 
 himself having already in the beginning dedi- 
 cated it to the noble and worthy gentleman, 
 the right worshipful Maister Philip Sidney, a 
 special favourer and maintainer of all kind of 
 learning. Whose cause, I pray you, sir, if 
 envy shall stir up any wrongful accusation, 
 defend with your mighty rhetoric and other 
 your rathe gifts of learning, as you can, and 
 shield with your good will, as you ought, 
 against the malice and outrage of so many 
 enemies, as I know will be set on fire with the 
 sparks of his kindled glory. And thus recom- 
 mending the Author unto you, as unto his 
 
most special good friend, and myself unto 
 you both, as one making singular account of 
 two so very good and so choice friends, I bid 
 you both most heartily farewell, and commit 
 you and your commendable studies to the 
 tuition of the Greatest. 
 
 Your own assuredly to be commanded, 
 
 E. K/ 
 
 P.S. — Now I trust, M. Harvey, that upon sight ^^ 
 of your special friend's and fellow poet's 
 doings, or else for envy of so many unworthy 
 Quidams, which catch at the garland which 
 to you alone is due, you will be persuaded to 
 pluck out of the hateful darkness those so 
 many excellent English poems of yours which 
 lie hid, and bring them forth to eternal light. 
 Trust me, you do both them great wrong, in 
 depriving them of the desired sun ; and also 
 yourselfjin smothering your deserved praises ; 
 and all men generally, in withholding from 
 them so divine pleasures, which they might 
 conceive of your gallant English verses, as 
 they have already done of your Latin poems, 
 which, in my opinion, both for invention and 
 elocution are very delicate and super-excellent. 
 And thus again I take my leave of my good 
 M. Harvey. From my lodging at London this 
 tenth of April 1579. 
 
THE 
 
 GENERAL ARGUMENT OF 
 
 THE WHOLE BOOK. 
 
 Little, I hope, needeth me at large to discourse 
 the first original of ^glogues, having already 
 touched the same. But, forthe word^Eglogues 
 I know is unknown to most, and also mistaken 
 of some of the best learned, (as they think,) 
 I will say somewhat thereof, being not at all 
 impertinent to my present purpose. 
 
 They were first of the Greeks, the inventors 
 of them, called Acglogai^ as it zucrc Aegon, or 
 Acgitiomon logi, that is, Goatherds' tales. For 
 although in Virgil and others the speakers 
 be more shepheards than goatherds, yet Theo- 
 critus, in whom is more ground of authority 
 than in Virgil, this specially from that deriv- 
 ing, as from the first head and wellspring, the 
 whole invention of these iEglogues maketh 
 goatherds the persons and authors of his tales. 
 This being, who seeth not the grossness of 
 such as by colour of learning would make us 
 believe, that they are more rightly termed 
 Ec/ogai, as they would say, extraordinary dis- 
 courses of unnecessary matter: which defini- 
 tion albe in substance and meaning it agree 
 
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with the nature of the thing, yet no whit an- 
 swereth with the analysis and interpretation 
 of the word. For they be not termed Eclogues, 
 hut ^glogues ; which sentence this Author very 
 well observing, upon good judgment, though 
 indeed few goatherds have to do herein, 
 nevertheless doubteth not to call them by the 
 used and best known name. Other curious 
 discourses hereof I reserve to greater occa- 
 sion. 
 
 These twelve iEglogues, every where an- 
 swering to the seasons of the twelve monethes, 
 may be well divided into three forms or ranks. 
 For either they be plaintive, as the first, the 
 sixth, the eleventh, and the twelfth ; or re- 
 creative, such as all those be, which contain 
 matter of love, or commendation of special 
 personages; or moral, which for the most 
 part be mixed with some satyrical bitterness ; 
 namely, the second, of reverence due to old 
 age ; the fifth, of coloured deceit ; the seventh 
 and ninth, of dissolute shepheards and pas- 
 tors; the tenth, of contempt of Poetry and 
 pleasant Wits. And to this division may every 
 thing herein be reasonably applied; a few 
 only except, whose special purpose and 
 meaning I am not privy to. And thus much 
 generally of these twelve i^glogues. Now 
 will we speak particularly of all, and first of 
 the first, which he calleth by the first moneth's 
 name, Januarie : wherein to some he may 
 
seem foully to have faulted, in that he errone- 
 ously beginneth with that moneth, which be- 
 ginneth not the year. For it is well known, 
 and stoutly maintained with strong reasons 
 of the learned, that the year beginneth in 
 March ; for then the sun reneweth his finished 
 course, and the seasonable spring refresheth 
 the earth, and the pleasance thereof, being 
 buried in the sadness of the dead winter now 
 worn away, reliveth. 
 
 This opinion maintain the old Astrologers 
 and Philosophers, namely, the reverend 
 Andalo, and Macrobius in his Holy Days 
 of Saturn ; which account also was generally 
 observed both of Grecians and Romans. But, 
 saving the leave of such learned heads, we 
 maintain a custom of counting the seasons 
 from themoneth Januarie,upon a morespecial 
 cause than the heathen Philosophers ever 
 could conceive, that is, for the Incarnation of 
 our mighty Saviour, and Eternal Redeemer 
 the Lord Christ, who as then renewing the 
 state of the decayed world, and returning the 
 compass of expired years to their former date 
 and first commencement, left to us his heirs 
 a memorial of his birth in the end of the last 
 year and beginning of the next. Which 
 reckoning, beside that eternal monument of 
 our salvation, leaneth also upon good proof 
 of special judgment. 
 
 For albeit that in elder times, when as yet 
 
the count of the year was not perfecfted, as 
 afterward it was by Julius Caesar, they began 
 to tell the monethes from March's beginning, 
 and according to the same, God (as is said in 
 Scripture) commanded the people of the 
 Jews, to count the moneth Abib, that which we 
 call March, for the first moneth, in remem- 
 brance that in that moneth he brought them 
 out of the land of Egypt : yet, according to 
 tradition of latter times it hath been otherwise 
 observed, both in government of the Church 
 and rule of mightiest realms. For from 
 Julius Caesar who first observed the leap year, 
 which he called Bissextilem Annunty and brought 
 into a more certain course the odd wand'ring 
 days which of the Greeks were called Hyper- 
 bainontesy of the Romans Intercalares, (for in 
 such matter of learning I am forced to use 
 the terms of the learned,) the monethes have 
 been numbered twelve, which in the first 
 ordinance of Romulus were but ten, counting 
 but 304 days in every year, and beginning with 
 March. But Numa Pompilius, who was the 
 father of all the Roman ceremonies and reli- 
 gion, seeing that reckoning to agree neither 
 with the course of the sun nor the moon, 
 thereunto added two monethes, Januarie 
 and Februarie ; wherein it seemeth, that wise 
 king minded upon good reason to begin the 
 year at Januarie, of him therefore so called 
 tanquam janua anni, the gate and entrance of 
 
the year ; or of the name of the god Janus, to 
 which god for that the old Paynims attributed 
 the birth and beginning of all creatures new 
 coming into the world, it seemeth that he 
 therefore to him assigned the beginning and 
 first entrance of the year. Which account 
 for the most part hath hitherto continued : 
 notwithstanding that the Egyptians begin 
 their year at September; for that, according 
 to the opinion of the best Rabbins and very 
 purpose of the Scripture itself, God made the 
 world in that moneth, that is called of them 
 Tisri. And therefore he commanded them to 
 keep the feast of Pavilions in the end of the 
 year, in the xv. day of the seventh moneth, 
 which before that time was the first. 
 
 But our author, respec5ting neither the 
 subtilty of the one part, nor the antiquity of 
 the other, thinketh it fittest, according to the 
 simplicity of common understanding, to begin 
 with Januarie ; weening it perhaps no eleeorum 
 that shepheards should be seen in matter of 
 so deep insight, or canvass a case of so doubt- 
 ful judgment. So therefore beginneth he, and 
 so continueth he throughout. 
 
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•AeOLOGA' 
 
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 THE SHEPHEARD'S 
 CALENDER: 
 
 JANUARIE. i^GLOGA PRIMA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 In this first iEglogue Colin Clout, a shepheard's boy, 
 complaineth himself of his unfortunate love, being but 
 newly (as seemeth) enamoured of a country lass called 
 Rosalind : with which strong afTecTtion being very sore 
 travailed, he compareth hiscareful case to the sad season 
 of the year, to the frosty ground, to the frozen trees, and 
 to his own winter-beaten flock. And lastly, finding 
 himself robbed of all former pleasance and delight, he 
 breaketh his pipe in pieces, and casteth himself to the 
 ground. 
 
 COLIN CLOUT. 
 
 A shepheard's boy, (no better do him call,) 
 
 When winter's wasteful spite was almost spent. 
 
 All in a sunshine day, as did befall, 
 
 Led forth his flock, that had been long ypent : 
 
 So faint they wox, and feeble in the fold, 
 
 That now unnethes their feet could them uphold. 
 
 All as the sheep, such was the shepheard's look. 
 
 For pale and wan he was, (alas the while!) 
 
 May seem he lov'd, or else some care he took; 
 
 Well couth he tune his pipe and frame his style: 
 
 Then to a hill his fainting flock he led, 
 
 And thus him plain'd, the while his sheep there fed : 
 
 " Yc gods of love! that pity lovers' pain, 
 
 (If any gods the pain of lovers pity,) 
 
 Look from above, where you in joys remain, 
 
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And bow your ears unto my doleful ditty. 
 
 And, Pan! thou shepheards' god, that once didst love, 
 
 Pity the pains that thou thyself didst prove. 
 
 "Thoubarrenground,whom winter's wrath hath wasted, 
 
 Art made a mirror to behold my plight: 
 
 Whilome thy fresh spring flower'd, and after hasted 
 
 Thy summer proud, with daffodillies dight; 
 
 And now is come thy winter's stormy state, 
 
 Thy mantle marr'd wherein thou maskedst late. 
 
 "Such rage as winter's reigneth in my heart, 
 My life-blood freezing with unkindly cold; 
 Such stormy stoures do breed my baleful smart, 
 As if my year were waste and waxen old ; 
 And yet, alas! but now my spring begun. 
 And yet, alas! it is already done. 
 
 "You naked trees, whose shady leaves are lost, 
 Wherein the birds were wont to build their bower, 
 And now are cloth'd with moss and hoary frost, 
 Instead of blossoms, wherewith your buds did flower; 
 I see your tears that from your boughs do rain, 
 Whose drops in dreary icicles remain. 
 
 "All so my lustful leaf is dry and sere, 
 My timely buds with wailing all are wasted; 
 The blossom which my branch of youth did bear. 
 With breathed sighs is blown away and blasted; 
 And from mine eyes the drizzling tears descend, 
 As on your boughs the icicles depend. 
 
 "Thou feeble flock! whose fleece is rough and rent. 
 Whose knees are weak through fast and evil fare, 
 Mayst witness well, by thy ill government. 
 Thy master's mind is overcome with care: 
 Thou weak, I wan ; thou lean, I quite forlorn : 
 With mourning pine I; you with pining mourn. 
 
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 "A thousand siths I curse that careful hour 
 Wherein I long'd the neighbour town to see. 
 And eke ten thousand siths I bless the stoure 
 Wherein I saw so fair a sight as she : 
 Yet all for naught : such sight hath bred my bane. 
 Ah, God! that love should breed both joy and pain ! 
 
 " It is not Hobbinol ■ wherefore I plain, ^ '• ^ ■ j ^ 
 
 Albe my love he seek with daily suit; 
 
 His clownish gifts and court'sies I disdain, 
 
 His kids, his cracknels, and his early fruit. 
 
 Ah, foolish Hobbinol ! thy gifts be vain ; 
 
 Colin them gives to Rosalind again. 
 
 " I love thilk lass, (alas! why do I love ?) 
 
 And am forlorn, (alas! why am I lorn?) 
 
 She deigns not my good will, but doth reprove, 
 
 And of my rural music holdeth scorn. 
 
 Shepheard's device she hateth as the snake. 
 
 And laughs the songs that Colin Clout doth make. 
 
 "Wherefore, my pipe, albe rude Pan thou please, 
 Yet for thou pleasest not where most I would; 
 And thou, unlucky Muse, that wont'st to ease 
 My musing mind, yet canst not when thou should; 
 Both Pipe and Muse shall sore the while abye." 
 So broke his oaten pipe, and down did lie. ^^ 
 
 By that, the welked Phoebus gan availe 
 
 His weary wain ; and now the frosty Night 
 
 Her mantle black through heaven gan overhalc: 
 
 Which seen, the pensive boy, half in despite, 
 
 Arose, and homeward drove his sunned sheep, 
 
 Whose hanging heads did seem his careful case to weep. 
 
 COLINS EMBLEME. 
 
 . I ncord spt'me. 
 
 (Hope is my anchor.) 
 
 
Amloga- 
 
FEBRUARIE. /EGLOGA SECUNDA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 This i^glogue is rather moral and general than bent to 
 any secret or particular purpose. It specially containeth 
 a discourse of old age, in the person of Thenot, an old 
 shepheard, who, for his crookedness and unlustiness, is 
 scorned of Cuddie, an unhappy herdman's boy. The 
 matter very well accordeth with the season of the 
 moneth, the year now drooping, and as it were drawing 
 to his last age. For as in this time of year, so then in 
 our bodies, there is a dry and withering cold, which 
 congealeth the curdled blood, and freezeth the weather- 
 beaten flesh, with storms of Fortune and hoar-frosts of 
 Care. To which purpose the old man telleth a tale of 
 the Oak and the Brier, so lively, and so feelingly, as, if 
 the thing were set forth in some pi(rture before our eyes, 
 more plainly could not appear. 
 
 CUDDIE. THENOT. 
 
 CUDDIE. 
 
 Ah for pity! will rank winter's rage 
 
 These bitter blasts never gin t' assuage ? 
 
 The keen cold blows through my beaten hide. 
 
 All as I were through the body gride: 
 
 My ragged ronts all shiver and shake, 
 
 As doen high towers in an earthquake: 
 
 They wont in the wind wag their wriggle tails 
 
 Perk as a peacock ; but now it availes. 
 
 THE. Lewdly complainest, thou lazy lad, 
 
 Of winter's wrack for making thee sad. 
 
 Must not the world wend in his common course. 
 
 From good to bad, and from bad to worse. 
 
 From worse unto that is worst of all, 
 
 And then return to his former fall ? 
 
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 Who will not suffer the stormy time, 
 
 Where will he live till the lusty prime? 
 
 Self have I worn out thrice thirty years, 
 
 Some in much joy, many in many tears, 
 
 Yet never complained of cold nor heat, 
 
 Of summer's flame, nor of winter's threat, 
 
 Ne ever was to Fortune foeman, 
 
 But gently took that ungently came ; 
 
 And ever my flock was my chief care ; 
 
 Winter or summer they might well fare. 
 
 CUD. No marvel, Thenot, if thou can bear 
 
 Cheerfully the winter's wrathful cheer; 
 
 For age and winter accord full nigh, 
 
 This chill, that cold; this crooked, that wry; 
 
 And as the louring weather looks down. 
 
 So seemest thou like Good Friday ^ to frown : 
 
 But my flow'ring youth is foe to frost, 
 
 My ship unwont in storms to be tost. 
 
 THE. The sovereign of seas he blames in vain. 
 
 That, once sea-beat, will to sea again: 
 
 So loit'ring live you little herdgrooms. 
 
 Keeping your beasts in the budded brooms; 
 
 And, when the shining sun laugheth once. 
 
 You deemen, the spring is come at once; 
 
 Then gin you, fond flies! the cold to scorn, -^ 
 
 And, crowing in pipes made of green corn, 
 
 You thinken to be lords of the year; 
 
 But eft, when ye count you freed from fear, 
 
 Comes the breme Winter with chamfred brows, 
 
 Full of wrinkles and frosty furrows. 
 
 Drearily shooting his stormy dart, > 
 
 Which curdles the blood and pricks the heart: 
 
 Then is your careless courage accoyed, 
 
 Your careful herds with cold be annoyed: 
 
 Then pay you the price of your surquedry, 
 
 With weeping, and wailing, and misery. 
 
 CUD. Ah! foolish old man! I scorn thy skill, 
 
 That wouldst me my springing youth to spill : 
 
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 I deem thy brain emperished be 
 Through rusty eld, that hath rotted thee; 
 Or sicker thy head very totty is, 
 So on thy corb shoulder it leans amiss. 
 Now thyself hath lost both lop and top, 
 Als my budding branch thou wouldest crop; 
 But were thy years green, as now be mine, 
 To other delights they would incline: 
 Then wouldest thou learn to carol of love, 
 And hery with hymns thy lass's glove; 
 Then wouldest thou pipe of Phillis' praise; 
 But Phillis is mine for many days; 
 I won her with a girdle of gelt, 
 Embost with bugle about the belt: 
 Such an one shepheards would make full fain ; 
 Such an one would make thee young again. 
 THE. Thou art a fon, of thy love to boast; 
 All that is lent to love will be lost. v^'^ 
 
 CUD. Seest how bragyond bullock bears, 
 So smirk, so smooth, his pricked ears?" 
 His horns be as broad as rainbow bent, 
 His dewlap as lithe as lass of Kent: 
 See how he venteth into the wind; 
 Weenest of love is not his mind? 
 Seemeth thy flock thy counsel can, 
 So lustless be they, so weak, so wan ; 
 Clothed with cold, and hoary with frost, 
 Thy flock's father his courage hath lost. 
 Thy ewes, that wont to have blowen bags, 
 Like wailful widows hangen their crags; 
 The rather lambs be starved with cold, 
 All for their master is lustless and old. 
 THE. Cuddie, I wot thou kenst little good, 
 So vainly to advance thy heedlesshood; 
 For youth is a bubble blown up with breath. 
 Whose wit is weakness, whose wage is death. 
 Whose way is wilderness, whose inn penance, 
 And stoop-gallant Age, the host of Grievance. 
 
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But shall I tell thee a tale of truth, 
 
 Which I cond of Tityrus in my youth, 
 
 Keeping his sheep on the hills of Kent ? 
 
 CUD. To nought more, Thenot, my mind is bent 
 
 Than to hear novels of his devise; 
 
 They be so ^vell thew^ed, and so wise. 
 
 Whatever that good old man bespake. 
 
 THE. Many meet tales of youth did he make, 
 
 And some of love, and some of chivalry; 
 
 But none fitter than this to apply. 
 
 Now listen a while and hearken the end. 
 
 ' ' There grew an aged tree on the green, 
 A goodly Oak sometime had it been. 
 With arms full strong and largely display'd, 
 But of their leaves they were disarray'd: 
 The body big, and mightily pight. 
 Throughly rooted, and of wondrous height ; 
 Whilome had been the king of the field. 
 And mochell mast to the husband did yield, 
 And with his nuts larded many swine : 
 But now the gray moss marred his rine ; 
 His bared boughs were beaten with storms, 
 His top was bald, and wasted with worms, 
 His honour decayed, his branches sere. 
 
 " Hard by his side grew a bragging Brere, 
 Which proudly thrust into th' element. 
 And seemed to threat the firmament: 
 It was embellish'd with blossoms fair. 
 And thereto aye wonted to repair 
 The shepheards' daughters to gather flowers,' 
 To paint their garlands with his colours; 
 And in his small bushes used to shroud 
 The sweet nightingale singing so loud; 
 Which made this foolish Brere wax so bold, 
 That on a time he cast him to scold 
 And snebbe the good Oak, for he was old. 
 
 '"Why standst there (quoth he) thou brutish blocfe? 
 Nor for fruit nor for shadow serves thy stock; 
 
Seest how fresh my flowers be spread, 
 Dyed in lily white and crimson red, 
 With leaves engrained in lusty green ; 
 Colours meet to clothe a maiden queen? 
 Thy waste bigness but cumbers the ground. 
 And dirks the beauty of my blossoms round: 
 The mouldy moss, which thee accloyeth, 
 My cinnamon smell too much annoyeth: 
 Wherefore soon I rede thee hence remove, 
 Lest thou the price of my displeasure prove.' 
 So spake this bold Brere with great disdain: 
 Little him answered the Oak again, 
 But yielded, with shame and grief adawed. 
 That of a weed he was overcrawed. 
 
 "It chanced after upon a day, 
 The husbandman self to come that way. 
 Of custom for to surview his ground, 
 And his trees of state in compass round: 
 Him when the spiteful Brere had espied, 
 Causeless complained, and loudly cried 
 Unto his lord, stirring up stern strife: 
 
 " ' O my liege lord! the god of my life, 
 Pleaseth you ponderyour suppliant's plaint, 
 Caused of wrong and cruel constraint. 
 Which I your poor vassal daily endure ; 
 And, but your goodness the same recure, 
 Am like for desperate dool to die, 
 Through felonous force of mine enemy.' 
 
 "Greatly aghast with this piteous plea, 
 Him rested the goodman on the lea, 
 And bade the Brere in his plaint proceed. 
 With painted words then gan this proud weed 
 (As most usen ambitious folk) 
 His coloured crime with craft to cloak. 
 
 "' Ah, my sovereign! lord of creatures all, 
 Thou placer of plants both humble and tall, 
 Wa^ not I planted of thine own hand, 
 To be the primrose of all thy land; 
 
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With flow'ring blossoms to furnish the prime, 
 
 And scarlet berries in summer time ? 
 
 How falls it then that this faded Oak, 
 
 Whose body is sere, whose branches broke, 
 
 Whose naked arms stretch unto the fire. 
 
 Unto such tyranny doth aspire; 
 
 Hindering with his shade my lovely light, 
 
 And robbing me of the sweet sun's sight ? 
 
 So beat his old boughs my tender side, 
 
 That oft the blood springeth from woundes wide; 
 
 Untimely my flowers forced to fall, 
 
 That be the honour of your coronal: 
 
 And oft he lets his canker-worms light 
 
 Upon my branches, to work me more spite ; 
 
 And oft his hoary locks down doth cast. 
 
 Wherewith my fresh flow'rets be defast : 
 
 For this, and many more such outrage. 
 
 Craving your goodlyhead to assuage 
 
 The rancorous rigour of his might; 
 
 Nought ask I, but only to hold my right; 
 
 Submitting me to your good sufferance. 
 
 And praying to be guarded from grievance.' 
 
 "To this this Oak cast him to reply 
 Well as he couth ; but his enemy 
 Had kindled such coals of displeasure. 
 That the goodman nould stay his leisure, 
 But home him hasted with furious heat, 
 Increasing his wrath with many a threat: 
 His harmful hatchet he hent in hand, 
 (Alas! that it so ready should stand!) 
 And to the field alone he speedeth, 
 (Aye little help to harm there needeth!) 
 Anger nould let him speak to the tree, 
 Enaunter his rage might cooled be ; 
 But to the root bent his sturdy stroke. 
 And made many wounds in the waste Oak. 
 The axe's edge did oft turn again, 
 As half unwilling to cut the grain ; 
 
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Seemed, the senseless iron did fear, , 
 
 Or to wrong holy eld did forbear; , ,/ 
 
 For it had been an ancient tree, 
 
 Sacred with many a mystery, 
 
 And often cross'd with the priests' crew, 
 
 And often hallowed with holy-water dew; 
 
 But sike fancies weren foolery. 
 
 And broughten this Oak to this misery; 
 
 For nought might they quitten him from decay, 
 
 For fiercely the goodman at him did lay. 
 
 The block oft groaned under the blow, 
 
 And sighed to see his near overthrow. 
 
 In fine, the steel had pierced his pith. 
 
 Then down to the earth he fell forthwith. 
 
 His wondrous weight made the ground to quake, 
 
 Th' earth shrunk under him, and seemed to shake; 
 
 There lieth the Oak, pitied of none! 
 
 " Now stands the Brere like a lord alone. 
 Puffed up with pride and vain pleasance; 
 But all this glee had no continuance: 
 For eftsoons winter gan to approach; 
 The blust'ring Boreas did encroach, 
 And beat upon the solitary Brere; 
 For now no succour was seen him near. 
 Now gan he repent his pride too late; 
 For, naked left and disconsolate. 
 The biting frost nipt his stalk dead. 
 The watry wet weighed do\vn his head, 
 And heaped snow burden'd him so sore. 
 That now upright he can stand no more; 
 And, being down, is trod in the durt 
 Of cattle, and broused, and sorely hurt. 
 Such was th' end of this ambitious Brere, 
 For scorning eld — " 
 
 CUD. Now I pray thee, shepheard, tell it not forth; 
 Here is a long tale, and little worth. 
 So long have I listened to thy speech. 
 That graffed to the ground is my breech; 
 
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My heartblood is well nigh frorne I feel, 
 
 And my galage grown fast to my heel; 
 
 But little ease of thy lewd tale I tasted: 
 
 Hie thee home, shepheard, the day is nigh wasted. 
 
 THENOT'S EMBLEME.* 
 
 Iddio, perche e vecchzo, 
 Fa suoi al suo essempio. 
 
 CUDDIE'S EMBLEMED 
 
 Niuno vecchio 
 Spaventa Jddio. 
 
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MARCH. iEGLOGA TERTIA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 In thisiEglogue two Shepheards' Boys, taking occasion 
 of the season, begin to make purpose of love, and other 
 pleasance which to springtime is most agreeable. The 
 special meaning hereof is, to give certain marks and 
 tokens, to know Cupid the poets' god of Love. But 
 more particularly, I think, in the person of Thomalin, 
 is meant some secret friend, who scorned Love and his 
 knights so long, till at length himself was entangled, 
 and unwares wounded with the dart of some beautiful 
 regard, which is Cupid's arrow. 
 
 WILLY. THOMALIN. 
 
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 WILLY 
 
 Thomalin, why sitten we so. 
 
 As weren overwent with woe, 
 
 Upon so fair a morrow? 
 The joyous time now nigheth fast, 
 That shall alegge this bitter blast. 
 
 And slake the winter sorrow. 
 THO. Sicker, Willy, thou warnest well; 
 For winter's wrath begins to quell. 
 
 And pleasant spring appeareth : 
 The grass now gins to be refresht. 
 The swallow peeps out of her nest, 
 
 And cloudy welkin cleareth. 
 WIL. Seest not thilk same hawthorn stud, 
 How bragly it begins to bud. 
 
 And utter his tender head? 
 Flora now calleth forth each flower. 
 And bids make ready Maia's bower 
 
 That new is uprist from bed: 
 Then shall we sporten in delight, 
 
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And learn with Lettice to wax light, 
 
 That scornfully looks askance; 
 Then will we little Love awake, 
 That now sleepeth in Lethe lake. 
 
 And pray him leaden our dance. 
 THO. Willy, I ween thou be asset; 
 For lusty Love still sleepeth not, 
 
 But is abroad at his game. 
 WIL. How kenst thou that he is awoke ? 
 Or hast thyself his slumber broke ? 
 
 Or made privy to the same ? 
 THO. No; but happily I him spied, 
 Where in a bush he did him hide, 
 
 With wings of purple and blue; 
 And, were not that my sheep would stray. 
 The privy marks I would bewray, 
 
 Whereby by chance I him knew. 
 WIL. Thomalin, have no care forthy; 
 Myself will have a double eye, 
 
 Alike to my flock and thine; 
 For, alas ! at home I have a sire, 
 A stepdame eke, as hot as fire, 
 
 That duly adays counts mine. 
 THO. Nay, but thy seeing will not serve. 
 My sheep for that may chance to swerve, 
 
 And fall into some mischief: 
 For sithens is but the third morrow 
 That I chanc'd to fall asleep with sorrow, 
 
 And waked again with grief; 
 The while thilk same unhappy ewe. 
 Whose clouted leg her hurt doth shew, 
 
 Fell headlong into a dell. 
 And there unjointed both her bones: 
 Might her neck been jointed attones. 
 
 She should have need no more spell; 
 Th' elf was so wanton and so wood, 
 (But now I trow can better good,) 
 
 She might ne gang on the green. 
 
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 WIL. Let be, as may be, that is past ; 
 That is to come, let be forecast : 
 
 Now tell us what thou hast seen. 
 THO. It was upon a holiday, 
 When shepheards' grooms have leave to play, 
 
 I cast to go a shooting; 
 Long wand'ring up and down the land. 
 With bow and bolts in either hand, 
 
 For birds in bushes tooting, 
 At length within the ivy tod, 
 (There shrouded was the little god,) 
 
 I heard a busy bustling; 
 I bent my bolt against the bush, 
 List'ning if any thing did rush, 
 
 But then heard no more rustling. 
 Then, peeping close into the thick. 
 Might see the moving of some quick. 
 
 Whose shape appeared not; 
 But were it faery, fiend, or snake. 
 My courage yearn'd it to awake. 
 
 And manfully thereat shot: 
 With that sprang forth a naked swain ; 
 With spotted wings like peacock's train, 
 
 And laughing lope to a tree ; 
 His gilden quiver at his back, 
 And silver bow, which was but slack. 
 
 Which lightly he bent at me : 
 That seeing, I levell'd again, 
 And shot at him with might and main, 
 
 As thick as it had hailed. 
 So long I shot, that all was spent; 
 Then pumie stones I hast'ly hent. 
 
 And threw; but nought availed : 
 He was so wimble and so wight. 
 From bough to bough he leaped light. 
 
 And oft the pumies latched: 
 Therewith afraid I ran away; 
 But he, that erst seem'd but to play, 
 
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A shaft in earnest snatched, 
 And hit me running in the heel: 
 For then I little smart did feel, 
 
 But soon it sore increased; 
 And now it rankleth more and more, 
 And inwardly it fest'reth sore, 
 
 Ne wote I how to cease it. 
 WIL. Thomalin, I pity thy plight, 
 Perdie with Love thou didest fight ; 
 
 I know him by a token : 
 For once I heard my father say, 
 How he him caught upon a day, 
 
 (Whereof he will be wroken,)' 
 Entangled in a fowling net. 
 Which he for carrion crows had set 
 
 That in our pear-tree haunted: 
 Then said, he was a winged lad, 
 But bow and shafts as then none had, 
 
 Else had he sore been daunted. 
 But see, the welkin thicks apace. 
 And stooping Phoebus steeps his face; 
 
 It's time to haste us homeward. 
 
 WILLY'S EMBLEME. 
 
 To be wise and eke to love. 
 Is granted scarce to gods abone. 
 
 THOMALIN'S EMBLEME. 
 
 Of honey and of gall in love there is store; 
 The honey is much, but the gall is more. 
 
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APRIL. iEGLOGA QUARTA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 This iEglogue is purposely intended to the honour and 
 praise of our most gracious sovereign, Queen Elizabeth. 
 The speakers hereof be Hobbinol and Thenot, two 
 shepheards: the which Hobbinol, beingbeforementioned 
 greatly to have loved Colin, is here set forth more largely, 
 complaining him of that boy's great misadventure in 
 love ; whereby his mind was alienated and withdrawn 
 not only from him, who most loved him, but also from 
 all former delights and studies, as well in pleasant 
 piping, as cunning rhyming and singing, and other his 
 laudable exercises. Whereby he taketh occasion, for 
 proof of his more excellency and skill in poetry, to 
 record a song, which the said Colin sometime made in 
 honour of her Majesty, whom abruptly he termeth Elisa. 
 
 THENOT. HOBBINOL. 
 
 THENOT. 
 
 Tell me, good Hobbinol, what gars thee greet? 
 
 What ! hath some wolf thy tender lambs ytorn ? 
 Or is thy bagpipe broke, that sounds so sweet? 
 
 Or art thou of thy loved lass forlorn ? 
 Or be thine eyes attemper'd to the year. 
 
 Quenching the gasping furrows' thirst with rain ? 
 Like April shower, so stream the trickling tears 
 
 Adown thy cheek, to quench thy thirsty pain. 
 HOB. Nor this, nor that, so much doth make me mourn. 
 
 But for the lad. whom long I lov'd so dear, 
 Now loves a lass that all his love doth scorn : 
 
 He, plunged in pain, his tressed locks doth tear; 
 Shepheard's delights he doth them all forswear; 
 
 His pleasant pipe, which made us merriment, 
 He wilfully hath broke, and doth forbear 
 
His wonted songs wherein he all outwent. 
 THE. What is he for a lad you so lament? 
 
 Is love such pinching pain to them that prove ? 
 And hath he skill to make so excellent, 
 
 Yet hath so little skill to bridle love ? 
 HOB. Colin thou kenst, the southern shepheard's boy; 
 
 Him Love hath wounded with a deadly dart: 
 Whilome on him was all my care and joy, 
 
 Forcing with gifts to win his wanton heart. 
 But now from me his madding mind is start, 
 
 And wooes the widow's daughter of the glen ; 
 So now fair Rosalind hath bred his smart; 
 
 So now his friend is changed for a frenne. 
 THE. But if his ditties be so trimly dight, 
 
 I pray thee, Hobbinol, record some one, 
 The whiles our flocks do graze about in sight, 
 
 And we close shrouded in this shade alone. 
 HOB. Contented I : then will I sing his lay 
 
 Of fair Elisa, queen of shepheards all, 
 Which once he made as by a spring he lay, 
 
 And tuned it unto the waters' fall. 
 
 "Ye dainty Nymphs, that in this blessed brook 
 
 Do bathe your breast, 
 Forsake your watry bowers, and hither look. 
 
 At my request. 
 And eke you virgins, that on Parnass dwell, 
 Whence floweth Helicon, the learned well. 
 
 Help me to blaze 
 
 Her worthy praise. 
 Which in her sex doth all excel. 
 
 ' ' Of fair Elisa be your silver song, 
 
 That blessed wight. 
 The flower of virgins; may she flourish long 
 
 In princely plight! 
 For she is Syrinx' daughter without spot. 
 Which Pan, the shepheards' god, of her begot; 
 
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 So sprung her grace 
 Of heavenly race, 
 No mortal blemish may her blot. 
 
 "See, where she sits upon the grassy green, 
 
 (O seemly sight!) 
 Yclad in scarlet, like a maiden queen, 
 
 And ermines white: 
 Upon her head a crimson coronet, 
 With damask roses and daffadillies set; 
 
 Bay leaves between, 
 
 And primroses green, 
 Embellish the sweet violet. 
 
 "Tell me, have ye seen her angelic face, 
 
 Like Phoebe fair? 
 Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace. 
 
 Can you well compare? 
 The red rose medled with the white yfere, 
 In either cheek depeincften lively cheer: 
 
 Her modest eye, 
 
 Her majesty, 
 Where have you seen the like but there ? 
 
 "I saw Phoebus thrust out his golden head, 
 
 Upon her to gaze; 
 But, when he saw how broad her beams did spread, 
 
 It did him amaze. 
 He blush'd to see another sun below, 
 Ne durst again his fiery face out show. 
 
 Let him, if he dare. 
 
 His brightness compare 
 With hers, to have the overthrow. 
 
 " Shew thyself, Cynthia, with thy silver rays, 
 
 And be not abash'd: 
 When she the beams of her beauty displays, 
 
 O how art thou dash'd! 
 
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But I will not match her with Latona's seed; 
 Such folly great sorrow to Niobe did breed. 
 
 And she is a stone, 
 
 And makes daily moan, 
 Warning all other to take heed. 
 
 "Pan may be proud that ever he begot 
 
 Such abellibone; 
 And Syrinx rejoice, that ever was her lot 
 
 To bear such an one. 
 Soon as my younglings crying for the dam, 
 To her will I offer a milkwhite lamb; 
 
 She is my goddess plain, 
 
 And I her shepheard's swain, 
 Albe forswonk and forswat I am. 
 
 "I see Calliope speed her to the place, 
 
 Where my goddess shines; 
 And after her the other Muses trace, 
 
 With their violins. 
 Be they not bay-branches which they do bear. 
 All for Elisa in her hand to wear? 
 
 So sweetly they play. 
 
 And sing all the way. 
 That it a heaven is to hear. 
 
 " Lo, how finely the Graces can it foot 
 
 To the instrument : 
 They dancen deftly, and singen soote. 
 
 In their merriment. 
 Wants not a fourth Grace, to make the dance even ? 
 Let that room to my Lady be yeven 
 
 She shall be a Grace, 
 
 To fill the fourth place. 
 And reign with the rest in heaven. 
 
 "And whither runs this bevy of ladies bright, 
 Ranged in a row ? 
 
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 They be all Ladies of the Lake behight, 
 
 That unto her go. 
 Chloris, that is the chiefest nymph of all, 
 Of olive branches bears a cdronal: 
 
 Olives be for peace, 
 
 When wars do surcease: 
 Such for a princess be principal. 
 
 "Ye shepheards' daughters, that dwell on the green, 
 
 Hie you there apace: 
 Let none come there but that virgins bene, / 
 
 To adorn her grace: ^^^i, 
 
 And, when you come whereas she is in place, 
 See that your rudeness do not you disgrace: . ,, 
 
 Bind your fillets fast, ^'t^^yt^f<^^ 
 
 And gird in your waist, \/ gj^ r 
 
 For more fineness, with a tawdry ' lace. *^ ' J^ ti 
 
 " Bring hither the pink and purple columbine, v^, ^^ 
 
 With gelliflowers; 
 Bring coronations, and sops-in-wine, 
 
 Worn of paramours: 
 Strow me the ground with daffadowndillies, 
 And cowslips, and kingcups, and loved lillies; 
 
 The pretty paunce. 
 
 And the chevisance. 
 Shall match with the fair flower delice. 
 
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 " Now rise up, Elisa, decked as thou art 
 
 In royal array; 
 And now ye damty damsels may depart 
 
 Each one her way. 
 I fear I have troubled your troops too long; 
 Let Dame Elisa thank you for her song: 
 
 And, if you come hither 
 
 When damsines I gather, 
 I will part them all you among." 
 
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THE. And was thilk same song of Colin's own making? 
 
 Ah! foolish boy! that is with love yblent; 
 Great pity is, he be in such taking, 
 
 For naught caren that be so lewdly bent. 
 HOB. Sicker I hold him for a greater fon. 
 
 That loves the thing he cannot purchase. 
 But let us homeward, for night draweth on, 
 
 And twinkling stars the daylight hence chase. 
 
 THENOT'S EMBLEME.* 
 
 O qjmm et memorem virgo ! 
 
 HOBBINOL'S EMBLEME. 
 
 O Dea certe I 
 
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MAY. i^GLOGA QUINTA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 In this fifth iEglogue, under the person of two shep- 
 heards, Piers and Palinode, be represented two forms of 
 Pastors or Ministers, or the Protestant and the Catholic; 
 whose chief talk standeth in reasoning, whether the life 
 of the one must be like the other; with whom having 
 shewed, that it is dangerous to maintain any fellowship, 
 or give too much credit to their colourable and feigned 
 good-will, he telleth him a tale of the Fox, that, by such 
 a counterpoint of craftiness, deceived and devoured the 
 credulous Kid. 
 
 s« PALINODE. PIERS. 
 
 PALINODE. 
 
 Is not thilk the merry month of May, 
 
 When love-lads masken in fresh array? 
 
 How falls it, then, we no merrier bene, 
 
 Alike as others, girt in gaudy green? 
 
 Our bloncket liveries be all too sad 
 
 For thilk same season, when all is yclad 
 
 With pleasance; the ground with grass, the woods 
 
 With green leaves, the bushes with blooming buds. 
 
 Youth's folk now flocken in every where. 
 
 To gather May-buskets and smelling brere; 
 
 And home they hasten the posts to dight, 
 
 And all the kirk-pillars ere day-light, 
 
 With hawthorn buds, and sweet eglantine, 
 
 And garlands of roses, and sops-in-wine. 
 
 Such merrimake holy saints doth queme. 
 
 But we here sitten as drown'd in dream. 
 
 PIERS. For younkers, Palinode, such follies fit, 
 
 But we tway be men of elder wit. 
 
 PAL. Sicker this morrow, no longer ago, 
 
 I saw a shoal of shepheards outgo 
 
 With singing, and shouting, and jolly cheer: 
 
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Before them yode a lusty tabrere, 
 
 That to the many a horn-pipe play'd, 
 
 Whereto they dancen each one with his maid. 
 
 To see those folks make such jovisance, 
 
 Made my heart after the pipe to dance: 
 
 Then to the green wood they speeden them all, 
 
 To fetchen home May with their musical; 
 
 And home they bringen in a royal throne, 
 
 Crowned as king; and his queen attone 
 
 Was Lady Flora, on whom did attend 
 
 A fair flock of faeries, and a fresh bend 
 
 Of lovely nymphs. (O that I were there, 
 
 To helpen the ladies their Maybush bear!) 
 
 Ah ! Piers, be not thy teeth on edge, to think 
 
 How great sport they gainen with little swink? 
 
 PIERS. Perdie, so far am I from envy, 
 
 That their fondness inly I pity: 
 
 Those faitours little regarden their charge. 
 
 While they, letting their sheep run at large, 
 
 Passen their time, that should be sparely spent, 
 
 In lustihed and wanton merriment. 
 
 Thilk same be shepheards for the devil's stead, 
 
 That playen while their flocks be unfed: 
 
 Well it is seen their sheep be not their own, 
 
 That letten them run at random alone : i^r 
 
 But they be hired for little pay 
 
 Of other, that caren as little as they, 
 
 What fallen the flock, so they have the fleece, 
 
 And get all the gain, paying but a piece. 
 
 I muse, what account both these will make; 
 
 The one for the hire, which he doth take. 
 
 And th' other for leaving his Lord's task, 
 
 When great Pan account of shepheards shall ask. 
 
 PAL. Sicker, now I see thou speakest of spite. 
 
 All for thou lackest somdele their delight. 
 
 I (as I am) had rather be envied. 
 
 All were it of my foe, than fonly pitied; 
 
 And yet, if need were, pitied would be. 
 
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 Rather than other should scorn at me ; 
 
 For pitied is mishap that n'as remedy, 
 
 But scorned be deeds of fond foolery. 
 
 What shoulden shepheards other things tend, 
 
 Than, sith their God his good does them send, 
 
 Reapen the fruit thereof, that is pleasure. 
 
 The while they here liven at ease and leisure? 
 
 For, when they be dead, their good is ygoe, 
 
 They sleepen in rest, well as other moe: 
 
 Then with them wends what they spent in cost, 
 
 But what they left behind them is lost. 
 
 Good is no good, but if it be spend; 
 
 God giveth good for none other end. 
 
 PIERS. Ah! Palinode, thou art a world's child: 
 
 Who touches pitch, must needs be defil'd; 
 
 But shepheards (as Algrind " used to say) 
 
 Must not live alike as men of the lay. 
 
 With them it sits to care for their heir, 
 
 Enaunter their heritage do impair: 
 
 They must provide for means of maintenance, 
 
 And to continue their wont countenance: 
 
 But shepheard must walk another way, 
 
 Sike worldly sovenance he must for-say. 
 
 The son of his loins why should he regard 
 
 To leave enriched with that he hath spar'd ? 
 
 Should not thilk God, that gave him that good. 
 
 Eke cherish his child, if in his ways he stood? 
 
 For if he mislive in lewdness and lust. 
 
 Little boots all the wealth, and the trust, 
 
 That his father left by inheritance ; 
 
 All will be soon wasted with misgovernance: 
 
 But through this, and other their miscreance, 
 
 They maken many a wrong chevisance. 
 
 Heaping up waves of wealth and woe. 
 
 The floods whereof shall them overflow. 
 
 Sike men's folly I cannot compare 
 
 Better than to the ape's foolish care. 
 
 That is so enamoured of her young one, 
 
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(And yet, God wot, such cause had she none,) 
 That with her hard hold, and strait embracing, 
 She stoppeth the breath of her youngling. 
 So oftentimes, whenas good is meant, 
 Evil ensueth of wrong intent. 
 
 The time was once, and may again retorn, 
 (For ought may happen, that hath been beforn,) 
 When shepheards had none inheritance, 
 Ne of land nor fee in sufferance, 
 But what might arise of the bare sheep, 
 ("Were it more or less) which they did keep. 
 Well y wis was it with shepheards then : 
 Nought having, nought feared they to forego; 
 For Pan himself was their inheritance. 
 And little them served for their maintenance. 
 The shepheards' God so well them guided, 
 That of nought they were unprovided; 
 Butter enough, honey, milk, and whey, 
 And their flocks' fleeces them to array: 
 But tracft of time, and long prosperity, 
 (That nurse of vice, this of insolency,) ■ 
 Lulled the shepheards in such security, 
 That, not content with loyal obeisance. 
 Some gan to gape for greedy governance. 
 And match them self with mighty potentates, 
 Lovers of lordship, and troublers of states : 
 Then gan shepheards' swains to look aloft. 
 And leave to live hard, and learn to ligg soft: 
 Then, under colour of shepheards, somewhile 
 There crept in wolves, full of fraud and guile. 
 That often devoured their own sheep, 
 And often the shepheards that did them keep : 
 This was the first source of shepheards' sorrow, 
 That now nill be quit with bail nor borrow. 
 PAL. Three things to bear be very burdenous, 
 But the fourth to forbear is outrageous: 
 Women, that of love's longing once lust, 
 Hardly forbearen, but have it they must: 
 
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So when choler is inflamed with rage, 
 Wanting revenge, is hard to assuage: 
 And who can counsel a thirsty soul, 
 With patience to forbear the offer'd bowl? 
 But of all burdens, that a man can bear, 
 Most is, a fool's talk to bear and to hear. «-" 
 I ween the giant has not such a weight, 
 That bears on his shoulders the heaven's height. 
 Thou findest fault where n'is to be found, 
 And buildest strong work upon a weak ground : ' 
 Thou railest on right withouten reason, 
 And blamest them much for small encheason. 
 How shoulden shepheards live, if not so ? 
 What? should they pinen in pain and woe? 
 Nay, say I thereto, by my dear borrow, 
 If I may rest, I nill live in sorrow. 
 Sorrow ne need be hastened on, 
 For he will come, without calling, anon, 
 While times enduren of tranquillity, 
 Usen we freely our felicity; 
 For, when approachen the stormy stowres. 
 We must with our shoulders bear off the sharp showers; 
 And, sooth to sayn, nought seemeth sike strife. 
 That shepheards so witen each other's life, 
 And layen their faults the worlds beforn. 
 The while their foes do each of them scorn. 
 Let none mislike of that may not be mended; 
 So contest soon by concord might be ended. 
 PIERS. Shepheard, I list no accordance make 
 With shepheard, that does the right way forsake; 
 And of the twain, if choice were to me, 
 Had lever my foe than my friend he be ; 
 For what concord have light and dark sam? 
 Or what peace has the lion with the lamb? 
 Such faitours, when their false hearts be hid, 
 Will do as did the Fox by the Kid.-* 
 PAL. Now, Piers, of fellowship, tell us that saying; 
 For the lad can keep both our flocks from straying. 
 
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PIERS. Thilk same Kid (as I can well devise) 
 Was too very foolish and unwise ; 
 For on a time, in summer season, 
 The Goat her dam, that had good reason, 
 Yode forth abroad unto the green wood. 
 To brouze, or play, or what she thought good: 
 But, for she had a motherly care 
 Of her young son, and wit to beware. 
 She set her youngling before her knee, 
 That was both fresh and lovely to see, 
 And full of favour as kid might be. 
 His velvet head began to shoot out. 
 And his wreathed horns gan newly sprout; 
 The blossoms of lust to bud did begin, 
 And spring forth rankly under his chin. 
 "My son," (quoth she, and with that gan weep; 
 For careful thoughts in her heart did creep;) 
 " God bless thee, poor orphan ! as he might me, 
 And send thee joy of thy jollity. 
 Thy father," (that word she spake with pain, 
 For a sigh had nigh rent her heart in twain,) 
 "Thy father, had he lived this day. 
 To see the branch of his body display. 
 How would he have joyed at this sweet sight ? 
 But ah! false Fortune such joy did him spite, 
 And cut off his days with untimely woe. 
 Betraying him into the trains of his foe. 
 Now I, a wailful widow behight, 
 Of my old age have this one delight, 
 To see thee succeed in thy father's stead. 
 And flourish in flowers of lustihead ; f^^ 
 
 For even so thy father his head upheld. 
 And so his haughty horns did he weld." 
 Then marking him with melting eyes, 
 A thrilling throb from her heart did arise, 
 And interrupted all her other speech 
 With some old sorrow that made a new breach; 
 Seemed she saw in her youngling's face 
 
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The old lineaments of his father's grace. 
 
 At last her sullen silence she broke. 
 
 And gan his new-budded beard to stroke. 
 
 "Kiddie," (quoth she,) "thou kenst the great care 
 
 I have of thy health and thy welfare, 
 
 Which many wild beasts liggen in wait 
 
 For to entrap in thy tender state : 
 
 But most the Fox, master of collusion; 
 
 For he has vowed thy last confusion. 
 
 Forthy, my Kiddie, be rul'd by me, 
 
 And never give trust to his treachery; 
 
 And, if he chance come when I am abroad, 
 
 Sperr the gate fast, for fear of fraud; 
 
 Ne for all his worst, nor for his best. 
 
 Open the door at his request." 
 
 So schooled the Goat her wanton son. 
 That answer'd his mother, all should be done. 
 Then went the pensive dam out of door. 
 And chanc'd to stumble at the threshold floor; 
 Her stumbling step somewhat her amazed, 
 (For such, as signs of ill luck, be dispraised;) 
 Yet forth she yode, thereat half aghast; 
 And Kiddie the door sperred after her fast. 
 It was not long, after she was gone, 
 But the false Fox came to the door anone ; 
 Not as a fox, for then he had be kend, 
 But all as a poor pedlar he did wend, 
 Bearing a truss of trifles at his back. 
 As bells, and babes, and glasses, in his pack: 
 A biggen he had got about his brain, 
 For in his headpiece he felt a sore pain: 
 His hinder heel was wrapt in a clout. 
 For with great cold he had got the gout : 
 There at the door he cast me down his pack. 
 And laid him down, and groaned, "Alack! alack! 
 Ah! dear Lord! and sweet Saint Charity! 
 That some good body would once pity me!" 
 
 Well heard Kiddie all this sore constraint, 
 
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And long'd to know the cause of his complaint; 
 Then, creeping close behind the wicket's clink, 
 Privily he peeped out through a chink, 
 Yet not so privily but the Fox him spied; 
 For deceitful meaning is double-eyed. 
 
 "Ah! good young master," (then gan he cry,) 
 "Jesus bless that sweet face I espy. 
 And keep your corpse from the careful stounds 
 That in my carrion carcase abounds." 
 
 The Kid, pitying his heaviness, 
 Asked the cause of his great distress, 
 And also who, and whence that he were. 
 
 Then he, that had well yconn'd his lere, 
 Thus medled his talk with many a tear: 
 " Sick, sick, alas ! and little lack of dead. 
 But I be relieved by your beastlyhead. 
 I am a poor sheep, albe my colour dun, 
 For with long travel I am brent in the sun ; 
 And if that, my grandsire me said, be true, 
 Sicker, I am very sib to you ; 
 So be your goodlihead do not disdain 
 The base kindred of so simple swain. 
 Of mercy and favour then I you pray. 
 With your aid to forestall my near decay." 
 
 Then out of his pack a glass he took. 
 Wherein while Kiddie unwares did look. 
 He was so enamoured with the newell. 
 That nought he deemed dear for the jewel : 
 Then opened he the door, and in came 
 The false Fox, as he were stark lame: 
 His tail he clapt betwixt his legs twain, 
 Lest he should be descried by his train. 
 
 Being within, the Kid made him good glee, 
 All for the love of the glass he did see. 
 After his cheer, the pedlar gan chat. 
 And tell many leasings of this and that. 
 And how he could shew many a fine knack; 
 Then shewed his ware and opened his pack. 
 
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 All save a bell, which he left behind 
 
 In the basket for the Kid to find ; 
 
 Which when the Kid stooped down to catch, 
 
 He popt him in, and his basket did latch ; 
 
 Ne stayed he once the door to make fast, 
 
 But ran away with him in all hast. 
 
 Home when the doubtful dame had her hied, 
 She might see the door stand open wide ; 
 All aghast, loudly she gan to call 
 Her Kid; but he nould answer at all: 
 Then on the floor she saw the merchandice 
 Of which her son had set too dear a price. 
 What help! her Kid she knew well was gone: 
 She weeped, and wailed, and made great moan. 
 Such end had the Kid, for he nould warned be 
 Of craft, coloured with simplicity; 
 And such end, perdie, does all them remain, 
 That of such falsers' friendship be fain. 
 PAL. Truly, Piers, thou art beside thy wit, J ,,- *- 
 Furthest fro the mark, weening it to hit. 
 Now, I pray thee, let me thy tale borrow 
 For our Sir John,' to say to-morrow 
 At the kirk when it is holiday; 
 For well he means, but little can say. 
 But, and if foxes be so crafty as so, 
 Much needeth all shepheards them to know. 
 PIERS. Of their falsehood more could I recount, 
 But now the bright sun ginneth to dismount; 
 And, for the dewy night now doth nigh, 
 I hold it best for us home to hie. 
 
 PALINODE'S EMBLEME. 
 
 (Every one without faith is suspicious.) 
 
 PIERS, HIS EMBLEME. 
 
 Tic c'ctpa irlariq (ivKTru) ', 
 
 (What faith, then,' in the faithless?) 
 
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 JUNE. i^GLOGA SEXTA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 This iEglogue is wholly vowed to the complaining of 
 Colin's ill success in his love. For being (as is aforesaid) 
 enamoured of a country lass Rosalind, and having (as 
 seemeth) found place in her heart, he lamenteth to his 
 dear friend Hobbinol, that he is now forsaken unfaith- 
 fully, and in his stead Menalcas, another shepheard, 
 received disloyally. And this is the whole Argument 
 of this iEglogue. 
 
 HOBBINOL. COLIN CLOUT. 
 
 HOBBINOL. 
 
 Lo! Colin, here the place whose pleasant site 
 From other shades hath wean'd my wand'ring mind, 
 Tell me, what wants me here to work delight? 
 The simple air, the gentle warbling wind, 
 So calm, so cool, as nowhere else I find; 
 The grassy ground with dainty daisies dight, 
 The bramble bush, where birds of every kind 
 To the waters' fall their tunes attemper right. 
 
 COL. O happy Hobbinol, I bless thy state, 
 That Paradise hast found which Adam lost: 
 Here wander may thy flock early or late, 
 Withouten dread of wolves to be ytost; 
 Thy lovely lays here mayst thou freely boast: 
 But I, unhappy man! whom cruel Fate 
 And angry gods pursue from coast to coast. 
 Can nowhere find to shroud my luckless pate. 
 
 HOB. Then, if by me thou list advised be, 
 Forsake the soil that so doth thee bewitch; ';::kL_. 
 Leave me those hills were harbrough n'is to sec, *fi';f(nr 
 
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Nor holly-bush, nor briar, nor winding ditch ; 
 And to the dales resort, where shepheards rich, 
 And fruitful flocks, be every where to see : 
 Here no night-ravens lodge, more black than pitch. 
 Nor elvish ghosts, nor ghastly owls do flee ; 
 
 But friendly Faeries, met with many Graces, 
 And lightfoot Nymphs, can chase the ling'ring Night 
 With heydeguys, and trimly trodden traces. 
 Whilst Sisters Nine, which dwell on Parnass height, 
 Do make them music for their more delight; ^ 
 
 And Pan himself to kiss their crystal faces a^-^ ' 
 
 Will pipe and dance, when Phoebe shineth bright: 
 Such peerless pleasures have we in these places. 
 
 COL. And I, whilst youth, and courseof careless years. 
 
 Did let me walk withouten links of love. 
 
 In such delights did joy amongst my peers ; 
 
 But riper age such pleasures doth reprove : 
 
 My fancy eke from former follies move 
 
 To stayed steps; for time in passing wears, 
 
 (As garments do, which waxen old above,) 
 
 And draweth new delights with hoary hairs. 
 
 Then couth I sing of love, and tune my pipe 
 Unto my plaintive pleas in verses made; 
 Then would I seek for queen-apples unripe; 
 To give my Rosalind, and in summer shade 
 Dight gaudy garlands was my common trade, 
 To crown her golden locks ; but years more ripe. 
 And loss of her, whose love as life I weigh'd, 
 Those weary wanton toys away did wipe. 
 
 HOB. Colin, to hear thy rhymes and roundelays, 
 Which thou wert wont on wasteful hills to sing, 
 I more delight than lark in summer days, 
 Whose echo made the neighbour groves to ring, 
 
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 And taught the birds, which in the lower spring 
 Did shroud in shady leaves from sunny rays, 
 Frame to thy song their cheerful chirruping, 
 Or hold their peace, for shame of thy sweet lays. 
 
 I saw Calliope with Muses moe, 
 
 Soon as thy oaten pipe began to sound. 
 
 Their ivory lutes and tambourins forgo, 
 
 And from the fountain, v/here they sat around, 
 
 Run after hastily thy silver sound ; 
 
 But, when they came where thou thy skill didst shew, 
 
 They drew aback, as half with shame confound 
 
 Shepheard to see, them in their art outgo. 
 
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 COL. Of Muses, Hobbinol, I con no skill, 
 For they be daughters of the highest Jove, ' i' 
 And holden scorn of homely shepheard's quill; 
 For sith I heard that Pan with Phoebus strove, 
 Which him to much rebuke and danger drove, 
 I never list presume to Parnass hill. 
 But, piping low in shade of lowly grove, 
 I play to please myself, all be it ill. 
 
 Nought weigh I, who my song doth praise or blame, 
 Ne strive to win renown, or pass the rest: 
 With shepheard sits not follow flying Fame, 
 But feed his flock in fields where falls them best. 
 I wot my rhymes be rough, and rudely drest ; 
 The fitter they my careful case to frame : 
 Enough is me to paint out my unrest, 
 And pour my piteous plaints out in the same. 
 
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 The god of shepheards, Tityrus,'" is dead. 
 Who taught me homely, as I can, to make: 
 He, whilst he lived, was the sovereign head 
 Of shepheards all that be with love ytake ; 
 
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Well couth he wail his woes, and lightly slake 
 The flames which love within his heart had bred, 
 And tell us merry tales to keep us wake, 
 The while our sheep about us safely fed. 
 
 Now dead he is, and lieth wrapt in lead, i^ V^' 
 
 (O why should Death on him such outrage shewl^jjf x^r 
 
 And all his passing skill with him is fled, ., v' 
 
 The fame whereof doth daily greater grow. -^ 
 
 But, if on me some little drops would flow 
 
 Of that the spring was in his learned head, 
 
 I soon would learn these woods to wail my woe, 
 
 And teach the trees their trickling tears to shed. 
 
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 Then should my plaints, caus'd of discourtesy. 
 As messengers of this my painful plight. 
 Fly to my love where ever that she be, 
 And pierce her heart with point of worthy wite. 
 As she deserves, that wrought so deadly spite. 
 And thou, Menalcas! that by treachery 
 Didst underfong my lass to wax so light, 
 Shouldst well be known for such thy villany. 
 
 But since I am not as I wish I were. 
 
 Ye gentle shepheards ! which your flocks do feed. 
 
 Whether on hills, or dales, or other where. 
 
 Bear witness all of this so wicked deed ; 
 
 And tell the lass, whose flower is wox a weed. 
 
 And faultless faith is turn'd to faithless fear, 
 
 That she the truest shepheard's heart made bleed 
 
 That lives on earth, and loved her most dear. 
 
 HOB. O! careful Colin, I lament thy case; 
 Thy tears would make the hardest flint to flow! 
 Ah! faithless Rosalind, and void of grace, 
 That art the root of all this ruthful woe ! 
 
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But now is time, I guess, homeward to go: 
 Then rise, ye blessed flocks! and home apace. 
 Lest night with stealing steps do you foreslow, 
 And wet your tender lambs that by you trace. 
 
 COLIN'S EMBLEME. 
 
 Gia speme sperita. 
 (Already hope is lost.) 
 
lULY 
 
JULY. ^GLOGA SEPTIMA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 ThisiEglogueis made in the honour and commendation 
 of good shepheards, and to the shame and dispraise of 
 proud and ambitious pastors: such as Morrell is here 
 imagined to be. 
 
 THOMALIN. MORRELL." 
 
 THOMALIN. 
 
 Is not thilk same a goatherd proud, 
 
 That sits on yonder bank, 
 Whose straying herd them self doth shroud 
 
 Among the bushes rank? 
 MOR. What, ho, thou jolly shepheard's swain, 
 
 Come up the hill to me; 
 Better is than the lowly plain, 
 
 Als for thy flock and thee. 
 THOM. Ah! God shield, man, that I should climb, 
 
 And learn to look aloft ; ^ 
 
 This rede is rife, that oftentime 
 
 Great climbers fall unsoft. 
 In humble dales is footing fast, 
 
 The trode is not so tickle. 
 And though one fall through heedless hast. 
 
 Yet is his miss not mickle. 
 And now the Sun " hath reared up 
 
 His fiery-footed team. 
 Making his way between the Cup 
 
 And golden Diademe; 
 The rampant Lion hunts he fast. 
 
 With dogs of noisome breath. 
 Whose baleful barking brings in hast 
 
 Pine, plagues, and dreary death. 
 Against his cruel scorching heat, 
 
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Where thou hast coverture, 
 The wasteful hills unto his threat 
 
 Is a plain overture : 
 But, if thee list to holden chat 
 
 With seely shepheard's swain, 
 Come down, and learn the little what, 
 
 That Thomalin can sayn. 
 MOR. Siker thou 's but a lazy loord. 
 
 And recks much of thy swink. 
 That with fond terms, and witless words. 
 
 To blear mine eyes dost think. 
 In evil hour thou hentst in hand 
 
 Thus holy hills to blame. 
 For sacred unto saints they stand, 
 
 And of them have their name. 
 St. Michel's Mount who does not know, 
 
 That wards the Western coast? 
 And of St. Bridget's Bower I trow 
 
 All Kent can rightly boast: 
 And they that con of Muses' skill 
 
 Sayn most-what, that they dwell 
 (As goatherds wont) upon a hill, 
 
 Beside a learned well. 
 And wonned not the great good Pan 
 
 Upon Mount Olivet, 
 Feeding the blessed flock of Dan, 
 
 Which did himself beget? 
 THOM. O blessed Sheep! O Shepheard great! 
 
 That bought his flock so dear. 
 And them did save with bloody sweat 
 
 From wolves that would them tear. 
 MOR. Beside, as holy Fathers sayn. 
 
 There is a holy place 
 Where Titan riseth from the main 
 
 To run his daily race. 
 Upon whose top the stars be stay'd. 
 
 And all the sky doth lean ; 
 There is the cave where Phoebe laid 
 
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The shepheard long to dream. 
 Whilome there used shepheards all 
 
 To feed their flocks at will. 
 Till by his folly one did fall, 
 
 That all the rest did spill. 
 And, sithens shepheards be foresaid 
 
 From places of delight, 
 Forthy I ween thou be afraid 
 
 To climb this hilles height. 
 Of Sinai can I tell thee more. 
 
 And of our Lady's Bower; 
 But little needs to strow my store. 
 
 Suffice this hill of our. 
 Here have the holy Fauns recourse. 
 
 And Sylvans haunten rathe ; 
 Here has the salt Medway his source. 
 
 Wherein the Nymphs do bathe; 
 The salt Medway, that trickling streams 
 
 Adown the dales of Kent, 
 Till with his elder brother Themes 
 
 His brackish waves be ment. 
 Here grows melampode every where. 
 
 And terebinth, good for goats; 
 The one my madding kids to smear. 
 
 The next to heal their throats. 
 Hereto, the hills be nigher heaven, 
 
 And then the passage eath; 
 As well can prove the piercing levin. 
 
 That seldom falls beneath. 
 THOM. Siker thou speaks like a lewd lorrell, 
 
 Of heaven to deemen so; 
 How be I am but rude and borrell, 
 
 Yet nearer ways I know. 
 To kirk the narre, from God more far. 
 
 Has been an old-said saw; 
 And he, that strives to touch a star. 
 
 Oft stumbles at a straw. 
 As soon may shepheard climb to sky 
 
That leads in lowly dales, 
 As goatherd proud, that, sitting high, 
 
 Upon the mountain sails. 
 My seely sheep like well below, 
 
 They need not melampode, 
 For they be hale enough, I trow, 
 
 And liken their abode; 
 But, if they with thy goats should yede, 
 
 They soon might be corrupted, 
 Or like not of the frowy feed. 
 
 Or with the weeds be glutted. 
 The hills, where dwelled holy saints, 
 
 I reverence and adore. 
 Not for themself, but for the saints 
 
 Which have been dead of yore. 
 And now they be to heaven forewent, 
 
 Their good is with them go; 
 Their sample only to us lent. 
 
 That als we might do so. 
 Shepheards they weren of the best. 
 
 And lived in lowly leas; 
 And, sith they souls be now at rest, 
 
 Why do we them disease ? 
 Such one he was (as I have heard 
 
 Old Algrind often sayn) 
 That whilome was the first shepheard. 
 
 And lived with little gain: 
 And meek he was, as meek might be. 
 
 Simple as simple sheep; 
 Humble, and like in each degree 
 
 The flock which he did keep. 
 Often he used of his keep 
 
 A sacrifice to bring. 
 Now with a kid, now with a sheep. 
 
 The altars hallowing. 
 So louted he unto his Lord, 
 
 Such favour couth he find. 
 That never sithens was abhorr'd 
 
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The simple shepheards' kind. 
 And such, I ween, the brethren were 
 
 That came from Canaan, 
 The brethren Twelve, that kept yfere 
 
 The flocks of mighty Pan. 
 But nothing such thilk shepheard was 
 
 Whom Ida hill did bear. 
 That left his flock to fetch a lass, 
 
 Whose love he bought too dear. 
 For he was proud, that ill was paid, 
 
 (No such must shepheards be!) 
 And with lewd lust was overlaid; 
 
 Two things doen ill agree. 
 But shepheard must be meek and mild, 
 
 Well-eyed, as Argus was, 
 With fleshly follies undefiled, 
 
 And stout as steed of brass. 
 Such one (said Algrind) Moses was, 
 
 That saw his Maker's face. 
 His face, more clear then crystal glass, 
 
 And spake to him in place. 
 This had a brother, (his name I knew,) 
 
 The first of all his cote, 
 A shepheard true, yet not so true 
 
 As he that erst I bote. 
 Whilome all these were low and lief, 
 
 And loved their flocks to feed ; 
 They never stroven to be chief. 
 
 And simple was their weed: 
 But now (thanked be God therefore!) 
 
 The world is well amend, 
 Their weeds be not so nighly wore; 
 
 Such simplesse might them shend! 
 They beyclad in purple and pall, 
 
 So hath their God them blist; 
 They reign and rulen over all, 
 
 And lord it as they list; 
 Ygirt with belts of glittering gold, 
 
(Might they good shepheards been!) 
 Their Pan their sheep to them has sold, 
 
 I say as some have seen. 
 For Palinode (if thou him ken) 
 
 Yode late on pilgrimage 
 To Rome, (if such be Rome,) and then 
 
 He saw thilk misusage ; 
 For shepheards (said he) there doen lead. 
 
 As lords done other where; 
 Their sheep have crusts, and they the bread; 
 
 The chips, and they the cheer: 
 They have the fleece, and eke the flesh, 
 
 (O seely sheep the while !) 
 The corn is theirs, let others thresh. 
 
 Their hands they may not file. 
 They have great store and thrifty stocks. 
 
 Great friends and feeble foes ; 
 What need them caren for their flocks. 
 
 Their boys can look to those. 
 These wisards welter in wealth's waves, 
 
 Pamper'd in pleasures deep; 
 They have fat kerns, and leany knaves. 
 
 Their fasting flocks to keep. 
 Sike mister men be all misgone. 
 
 They heapen hills of wrath; 
 Such surly shepheards have we none. 
 
 They keepen all the path. 
 MOR. Here is a great deal of good matter 
 
 Lost for lack of telling ; 
 Now sicker I see thou dost but clatter. 
 
 Harm may come of melling. 
 Thou meddlest more than shall have thank, 
 
 To witen shepheards' wealth; 
 When folk be fat, and riches rank, 
 
 It is a sign of health. 
 But say me, what is Algrind, he 
 
 That is so oft benempt? 
 THOM. He is a shepheard great in gree, 
 
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But hath been long ypent: 
 One day he sat upon a hill, 
 
 As now thou wouldest me; 
 But I am taught, by Algrind's ill, 
 
 To love the low degree ; 
 For sitting so with bared scalp, 
 
 An eagle '^ soared high, 
 That, weening his white head was chalk, 
 
 A shell-fish down let fly; 
 She ween'd the shell-fish to have broke. 
 
 But therewith bruis'd his brain; 
 So now, astonied with the stroke, 
 
 He lies in lingering pain. 
 MOR. Ah! good Algrind! his hap was ill, 
 
 But shall be better in time. 
 Now farewell, shepheard, sith this hill 
 
 Thou hast such doubt to climb. 
 
 PALINODE'S EMBLEME. 
 
 In medio :irtus. 
 
 (Virtue dwells in the middle place.) 
 
 MORRELL'S EMBLEME. 
 /// summo felicitas. 
 (Happiness in the highest.) 
 
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 AUGUST. /EGLOGA OCTAVA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 In this iEglogue is set forth a dele(5\able controversy, 
 made in imitation of that in Theocritus: whereto also 
 Virgil fashioned his third and seventh iEglogue. They 
 chose for umpire of their strife, Cuddy, a neat-herd's 
 boy; who, having ended their cause, reciteth also him- 
 self a proper song, whereof Colin he saith was author. 
 
 WILLIE. PERIGOT. CUDDIE. 
 
 WILLIE. 
 
 Tell me, Perigot, what shall be the game, 
 
 Wherefore with mine thou dare thy music match? 
 Or be thy bagpipes run far out of frame ? 
 
 Or hath the cramp thy joints benumb'd with ache ? 
 PER. Ah! Willie, when the heart is ill assay'd, 
 How can bagpipe or joints be well apaid? 
 WIL. What the foul evil hath thee so bestad? 
 
 Whilome thou was peregall to the best. 
 And wont to make the jolly shepheards glad, 
 
 With piping and dancing didst pass the rest. 
 PER. Ah! Willie, now I have learn'd a new dance; 
 My old music marr'd by a new mischance. 
 WIL. Mischief might to that mischance befall, 
 
 That so hath reft us of our merriment; 
 But rede me what pain doth thee so appal; 
 
 Or lovest thou, or be thy younglings miswent? 
 PER. Love hath misled both my younglings and me ; 
 I pine for pain, and they my pain to see. 
 WIL. Perdie, and wellaway! ill may they thrive; 
 
 Never knew I lover's sheep in good plight: 
 But and if in rhymes with me thou dare strive, 
 
 Such tond fantasie s shall soon be put to flight. 
 PER. That shall I do, though mochell worse I fared: 
 
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Never shall be said that Perigot was dared. 
 WIL. Then lo, Perigot, the pledge which I plight, 
 
 A mazer ywrought of the maple warre, 
 Wherein is enchased many a fair sight 
 
 Of bears and tigers, that maken fierce war; 
 And over them spread a goodly wild vine, 
 Entrailed with a wanton ivy tw^ine. 
 Thereby is a lamb in the wolves jaws; 
 
 But see, how fast runneth the shepheard swain 
 To save the innocent from the beast's paws. 
 
 And here with his sheephook hath him slain. 
 Tell me, such a cup hast thou ever seen? 
 Well might it beseem any harvest queen. 
 PER. Thereto will I pawn yonder spotted lamb; 
 
 Of all my flock there n'is such another, 
 For I brought him up without the dam; 
 
 But Colin Clout reft me of his brother. 
 That he purchas'd of me in the plain field; 
 Sore against my will was I forc'd to yield. 
 WIL. Sicker, make like account of his brother; 
 
 But who shall judge the wager won or lost? 
 PER. That shall yonder herdgroom and none other, 
 . Which over the pease hitherward doth post. 
 WIL. But, for the sunbeam so sore doth us beat^ 
 Were not better to shun the scorching heat? 
 PER. Well agreed, Willie; then set thee down, swain; 
 
 Such a song never heardest thou but Colin sing. 
 CUD. 'Gin, when ye list, ye jolly shepheards twain ; 
 
 Such a judge, as Cuddie, were for a king. 
 PER. " It fell upon a holy eve, 
 WIL. Hey, ho, holiday! 
 PER. When holy Fathers wont to shrieve; 
 WIL. , Now ginneth this roundelay. 
 PER. Sitting upon a hill so high, 
 WIL. Hey, ho, the high hill ! 
 PER. The while my flock did feed thereby; 
 WIL. The while the shepheard self did spill ; 
 PER. I saw the bouncing Bellibone, 
 
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WIL. Hey, ho. Bonnibell! 
 
 PER. Trippingover the dale alone; 
 
 WIL. She can trip it very well. 
 
 PER. Well decked in a frock of gray, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, gray is greet! 
 
 PER. Andin akirtle of green saye, 
 
 WIL. The green is for maidens meet. 
 
 PER. Achapelet on her head she wore, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, chapelet! 
 
 PER. Of sweet violets therein was store, 
 
 WIL. She sweeter than the violet. 
 
 PER. My sheep did leave their wonted food, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, seely sheep! 
 \[ PER. And gaz'd on her as they were wood, 
 
 1^ WIL. Wood as he that did them keep. 
 
 PER. As the bonilass passed by, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, bonilass! 
 
 PER. She rov'd at me with glancing eye, 
 
 WIL. As clear as the crystal glass: 
 
 PER. All as the sunny beam so bright, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, the sun-beam ! 
 
 PER. Glanceth from Phoebus' face forthright, 
 
 WIL. So love into thy heart did stream : 
 
 PER. Or as the thunder cleaves the clouds, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, the thunder! 
 
 PER. Wherein the lightsome levin shrouds, 
 
 WIL. So cleaves thy soul asunder: 
 
 PER. Or as Dame Cynthia's silver ray, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, the moonlight! 
 
 PER. Upon the glittering wave doth play, 
 
 WIL. Such play is a piteous plight. 
 
 PER. The glance into my heart did glide, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, the glider! 
 
 PER. Therewith my soul was sharply gryde, 
 
 WIL. Such wounds soon waxen wider. 
 
 PER. Hasting to wrench the arrow out, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, Perigot! 
 
 PER. I left the head in my heart-root, 
 
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WIL. It was a desperate shot. 
 
 PER. There it rankleth aye more and more, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, the arrow! 
 
 PER. Ne can I find salve for my sore, 
 
 WIL. Love is a careless sorrow. 
 
 PER. And though my bale with death I bought, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, heavy cheer! 
 
 PER. Yet should thilk lass not from my thought, 
 
 WIL. So you may buy gold too dear. 
 
 PER. But whether in painful love I pine, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, pinching pain! 
 
 PER. Or thrive in wealth, she shall be mine, 
 
 WIL. But if thou can her obtain. 
 
 PER. And if for graceless grief I die, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, graceless grief! 
 
 PER. Witness she slew me with her eye, 
 
 WIL. Let thy folly be the prief. 
 
 PER. And you, that saw it, simple sheep, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, the fair flock ! 
 
 PER. For prief thereof, my death shall weep, 
 
 WIL. And moan with many a mock. 
 
 PER. So learn'd I love on aholy eve, 
 
 WIL. Hey, ho, holy-day! 
 
 PER. That ever since my heart did grieve, 
 
 WIL. Now endeth our roundelay." 
 
 CUD. Sicker, such a roundel never heard I none ; 
 
 Little lacketh Perigot of the best. 
 And Willie is not greatly overgone, 
 
 So weren his under-songs well addrest. 
 WIL. Herdgroom, I fear me thou have a squint eye : 
 Arede uprightly, who has the vid^ory. 
 CUD. Faith of my soul, I deem each have gained; 
 
 Forthy let the lamb be Willie his own; 
 And for Perigot, so well hath him pained, 
 
 To him be the wroughten mazer alone. 
 PER. Perigot is well pleased with the doom, 
 Ne can Willie wite the witeless herdgroom. 
 WIL. Never dempt more right of beauty, I ween, 
 
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 The shepheard of Ida that judged Beauty's queen. 
 CUD. But tell me, shepheards, should it not yshend 
 
 Your roundels fresh, to hear a doleful verse 
 Of Rosalind (who knows not Rosalind?) 
 
 That Colin made? ilk can I you rehearse. 
 PER. Now say it, Cuddie, as thou art a lad; 
 
 With merry thing it 's good to medle sad. 
 WIL. Faith of my soul, thou shalt ycrowned be 
 
 In Colin's stead, if thou this song arede; 
 For never thing on earth so pleaseth me 
 
 As him to hear, or matter of his deed. 
 CUD. Then listen each unto my heavy lay, 
 And tune your pipes as ruthful as ye may. 
 
 "Ye wasteful Woods! bear witness of my woe, 
 Wherein my plaints did oftentimes resound; 
 Ye careless Birds are privy to my cries. 
 Which in your songs were wont to make a part: 
 Thou, pleasant Spring, hast lull'd me oft asleep, 
 Whose streams my trickling tears did oft augment! 
 
 ** Resort of people doth my griefs augment, 
 
 The walled towns do work my greater woe; 
 
 The forest wide is fitter to resound 
 
 The hollow echo of my careful cries. 
 
 I hate the house, since thence my love did part. 
 
 Whose wailful want debars mine eyes of sleep. 
 
 " Let streams of tears supply the place of sleep; 
 Let all, that sweet is, void; and all, that may augment 
 My dole, dra^A^ near! More meet to wail my woe 
 Be the wild woods, my sorrows to resound. 
 Than bed, nor bower, both which I fill with cries. 
 When I them see so waste, and find no part 
 
 " Of pleasure past. Here will I dwell apart 
 In gastful grove therefore, till my last sleep 
 
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Do close mine eyes; so shall I not augment 
 With sight of such as change my restless woe. 
 Help me, ye baneful Birds! whose shrieking sound 
 Is sign of dreary death, my deadly cries 
 
 "Most ruthfully to tune: and as my cries 
 (Which of my woe cannot bewray least part) 
 You hear all night, when Nature craveth sleep. 
 Increase, so let your irksome yells augment. 
 Thus all the nights in plaints, the day in woe, 
 I vowed have to waste, till safe and sound 
 
 ♦' She home return, whose voice's silver sound 
 To cheerful songs can change my cheerless cries. 
 Hence with the nightingale will I take part, 
 That blessed bird, that spends her time of sleep 
 In songs and plaintive pleas, the more t' augment 
 The memory of his misdeed that bred her woe. 
 
 "And you that feel no woe, when as the sound 
 
 Of these my nightly cries ye hear apart. 
 
 Let break your sounder sleep, and pity augment." 
 
 PER. O Colin, Colin! the shepheards' joy, 
 How I admire each turning of thy verse; 
 
 And Cuddie, fresh Cuddie, the liefest boy. 
 How dolefully his dole thou didst rehearse! 
 
 CUD. Then blow your pipes, shepheards, till you be at 
 home; 
 
 The night hieth fast, it 's time to be gone. 
 
 PERIGOT HIS EMBLEME.'^ 
 
 Vincejiti gloria vidi. 
 
 (To the conqueror belongs the glory of the conquered.) 
 
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 SEPTEMBER. -flEGLOGA NONA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 Herein Diggon Davie is devised to be a shepheard that, 
 in hope of more gain, drove his sheep into a far country. 
 The abuses whereof,and loose living of Popishprelates, 
 by occasion of Hobbinol's demand, he discourseth at 
 large. 
 
 HOBBINOL. DIGGON DAVIE. 
 
 HOBBINOL. 
 
 Diggon Davie! I bid her good-day; 
 
 Or Diggon her is, or I missay. 
 
 DIG. Her was her, while it was day-light, 
 
 But now her is a most wretched wight : 
 
 For day, that was, is wightly past, 
 
 And now at erst the dark night doth hast. 
 
 HOB. Diggon, arede who has thee so dight; 
 
 Never I wist thee in so poor a plight. 
 
 Where is the fair flock thou wast wont to lead? 
 
 Or be they chafFred, or at mischief dead? 
 
 DIG. Ah! for love of that is to thee most lief, 
 
 Hobbinol, I pray thee gall not my old grief; 
 
 Such question rippeth up cause of new woe, 
 
 For one, opened, might unfold many moe. 
 
 HOB. Nay, but sorrow close shrouded in heart, 
 
 I know, to keep is a burdenous smart: 
 
 Each thing imparted is more eath to bear: 
 
 When the rain is fallen, the clouds waxen clear. 
 
 And now, sithence I saw thy head last. 
 
 Thrice three moons be fully spent and past; 
 
 Since when thou hast measured much ground, 
 
 And wandered well about the world round, 
 
 So as thou can many things relate; 
 
 But tell me first of thy flock's estate. 
 
DIG. My sheep be wasted; (woe is me therefore!) 
 
 The jolly shepheard that was of yore, 
 
 Is now nor jolly, nor shepheard more. 
 
 In foreign coasts men said was plenty; 
 
 And so there is, but all of misery: 
 
 I deem'd there much to have eked my store, 
 
 But such eking hath made my heart sore. 
 
 In those countries, whereas I have been, 
 
 No being for those that truly mean ; 
 
 But for such, as of guile maken gain. 
 
 No such country as there to remain; 
 
 They setten to sale their shops of shame, 
 
 And maken a mart of their good name: 
 
 The shepheards there robben one another, 
 
 And layen baits to beguile their brother; 
 
 Or they will buy his sheep out of the cote. 
 
 Or they will carven the shepheard's throat. 
 
 The shepheard's swain you cannot well ken, 
 
 But it be by his pride, from other men; 
 
 They looken big as bulls that be bate. 
 
 And bearen the crag so stiff and so state, 
 
 As cock on his dunghill crowing crank. 
 
 HOB. Diggon, I am so stiff and so stank. 
 
 That uneath may I stand any more ; 
 
 And now the western wind bloweth sore. 
 
 That now is in his chief sovereignty. 
 
 Beating the withered leaf from the tree ; 
 
 Sit we down here under the hill ; 
 
 Then may we talk and tellen our fill, 
 
 And make a mock at the blustering blast: 
 
 Now say on, Diggon, whatever thou hast. 
 
 DIG. Hobbin, ah Hobbin! I curse the stound 
 
 That ever I cast to have lorn this ground: 
 
 Well-away the while I was so fond 
 
 To leave the good, that I had in bond. 
 
 In hope of better that was uncouth, 
 
 So lost the dog the flesh in his mouth. 
 
 My silly sheep (ah! silly sheep!) 
 
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That here by there I whilome us'd to keep, 
 
 All were they lusty as thou didest see, 
 
 Be all starved with pine and penury; 
 
 Hardly myself escaped thilk pain, 
 
 Driven for need to come home again. 
 
 HOB. Ah! fon, now by thy loss art taught 
 
 That seldom change the better brought: 
 
 Content who lives with tried state, 
 
 Need fear no change of frowning Fate; 
 
 But who will seek for unknown gain, 
 
 Oft lives by loss, and leaves with pain. 
 
 DIG. I wot ne, Hobbin, how I was bewitch'd 
 
 With vain desire and hope to be enrich'd: 
 
 But, sicker, so it is, as the bright star 
 
 Seemeth aye greater when it is far: 
 
 I thought the soil would have made me rich, 
 
 But now I wot it is nothing sich; 
 
 For either the shepheards be idle and still. 
 
 And led of their sheep what way they will, 
 
 Or they be false, and full of covetise. 
 
 And casten to compass many wrong emprise : 
 
 But the more be fraught with fraud and spite, 
 
 Ne in good nor goodness taken delight. 
 
 But kindle coals of contest and ire. 
 
 Wherewith they set all the world on fire; 
 
 Which when they thinken again to quench, 
 
 With holy water they do them all drench. 
 
 They say they con to heaven the highway, 
 
 But by my soul I dare undersay 
 
 They never set foot in that same troad, 
 
 But balk the right way, and strayen abroad. 
 
 They boast they have the devil at command. 
 
 But ask them therefore what they have pawn'd : 
 
 Marry! that great Pan bought with dear borrow. 
 
 To quit itf rom the black bower of sorrow. 
 
 But they have sold thilk same long ago, 
 
 For they woulden draw with them many moe. 
 
 But let them gang alone a God's name ; 
 
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As they have brewed, so let them bear blame. 
 HOB. Diggon, I pray thee speak not so dirk; 
 Such mister saying me seemeth to mirk. 
 DIG. Then, plainly to speak of shepheards' most what, 
 Badis the best; (this English is flat) 
 Their ill haviour gars men missay 
 Both of their do(ftrine, and their fay. 
 They sayn the world is much war than it wont, 
 All for her shepheards be beastly and blont. 
 Other sayn, but how truly I n'ote, 
 All for they holden shame of their cote : 
 Some stick not to say, (hot coal on their tongue !) 
 That such mischief graseth them among. 
 All for they casten too much of world's care, 
 To deck their dame, and enrich their heir; 
 For such encheason, if you go nigh. 
 Few chimneys reeking you shall espy. 
 The fat ox, that wont lig in the stall. 
 Is now fast stalled in their crumenall. 
 Thus chatten the people in their steads, 
 Alike as a monster of many heads: 
 But they, that shooten nearest the prick, 
 Sayn, other the fat from their beards doen lick: 
 For big bulls of Bashan brace them about, 
 That with their horns butten the more stout; 
 But the lean souls treaden under foot, 
 And to seek redress might little boot; 
 For liker be they to pluck away more. 
 Than ought of the gotten good to restore: 
 For they be like foul quagmires overgrass'd. 
 That, if thy galage once sticketh fast. 
 The more to wind it out thou dost swink, 
 Thou must aye deeper and deeper sink. 
 Yet better leave off with a little loss. 
 Than by much wrestling to lose the gross. 
 HOB. Now, Diggon, I see thou speakest too plain; 
 Better it were a little to feign, 
 And cleanly cover that cannot be cured; 
 
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Such ill, as is forced, must needs be endured. 
 
 But of such pastors how do the flocks creep? 
 
 DIG. Such as the shepheards, such be their sheep, 
 
 For they nill listen to the shepheard's voice; 
 
 But if he call them, at their good choice 
 
 They wander at will and stay at pleasure, 
 
 And to their folds yede at their own leisure. 
 
 But they had be better come at their call; 
 
 For many have unto mischief fall, 
 
 And been of ravenous wolves yrent, 
 
 All for they nould be buxom and bent. 
 
 HOB. Fie on thee, Diggon, and all thy foul leasing; 
 
 Well is known that, sith the Saxon king,'' 
 
 Never was wolf seen, many nor some, 
 
 Nor in all Kent, nor in Christendom; 
 
 But the fewer wolves (the sooth to sayn) 
 
 The more be the foxes that here remain. 
 
 DIG. Yes, but they gang in more secret wise. 
 
 And with sheeps' clothing doen them disguise. 
 
 They walk not widely as they were wont, 
 
 For fear of rangers and the great hunt. 
 
 But privily prowling to and fro, 
 
 Enaunter they might be inly know. 
 
 HOB. Or privy or pert if any bin, 
 
 We have great bandogs will tear their skin. 
 
 DIG. Indeed thy Ball is a bold big cur, 
 
 And could make a jolly hole in their fur: 
 
 But not good dogs them needeth to chase, 
 
 But heedy shepheards to discern their face ; 
 
 For all their craft is in their countenance. 
 
 They be so grave and full of maintenance. 
 
 But shall I tell thee what myself know 
 
 Chanced to Roffin not long ago? 
 
 HOB. Say it out, Diggon, whatever it hight, 
 
 For not but well might him betight: 
 
 He is so meek, wise, and merciable. 
 
 And with his word his v/ork is convenable. 
 
 Colin Clout, I ween, be his self boy, 
 
(Ah, for Colin ! he whilome my joy:) 
 Shepheards such, God might us many send, 
 That doen so carefully their flocks tend. 
 DIG. Thilk same shepheard might I well mark, 
 He has a dog to bite or to bark; 
 Never had shepheard so keen a cur. 
 That waketh and if but a leaf stur. 
 "Whilome there wonned a wicked wolf. 
 That with many a lamb had gutted his gulf, 
 And ever at night wont to repair 
 Unto the flock, when the welkin shone fair, 
 Yclad in clothing of silly sheep, 
 When the good old man used to sleep; 
 Then at midnight he would bark and bawl, 
 (For he had eft learned a curres call,) 
 As if a wolf were among the sheep : 
 With that the shepheard would break his sleep, 
 And send out Lowder (for so his dog hote) 
 To range the fields with wide open throat. 
 Then, when as Lowder was far away. 
 This wolvish sheep would catchen his prey, 
 A lamb, or a kid, or a weanel wast; 
 With that to the wood would he speed him fast. 
 Long time he used this slippery prank. 
 Ere Roffy could for his labour him thank. 
 At end, the shepheard his pracftice spied, 
 (For Roffy is wise, and as Argus eyed,) 
 And, when at even he came to the flock. 
 Fast in their folds he did them lock. 
 And took out the wolf in his counterfeit coat. 
 And let out the sheep's blood at his throat. 
 HOB. Marry, Diggon, what should him aff"ray 
 To take his own where ever it lay? 
 For, had his weasand been a little widder, 
 He would have devoured both bidder and shidder. 
 DIG. Mischief light on him, and God's great curse, 
 Too good for him had been a great deal worse; 
 For it was a perilous beast above all, 
 
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And eke had he cond the shepheard's call. 
 
 And oft in the night came to the sheep-cote, 
 
 And called Lowder, with a hollow throat, 
 
 As if the old man self had been: 
 
 The dog his master's voice did it ween, 
 
 Yet half in doubt he opened the door, 
 
 And ran out as he was wont of yore. 
 
 No sooner was out, but, swifter than thought, 
 
 Fast by the hide the wolf Lowder caught ; 
 
 And, had not Roffy run to the steven, 
 
 Lowder had been slain thilk same even. 
 
 HOB. God shield, man, he should so ill have thrive, 
 
 All for he did his devoir belive. 
 
 If such be wolves, as thou hast told, 
 
 How might we, Diggon, them behold? 
 
 DIG. How, but, with heed and watchfulness, 
 
 Forstallen them of their wiliness: 
 
 Forthy with shepheard sits not play, 
 
 Or sleep, as some doen, all the long day; 
 
 But ever liggen in watch and ward, 
 
 From sudden force their flocks for to guard. 
 
 HOB. Ah! Diggon, thilk same rule were too strait, 
 
 All the cold season to watch and wait: 
 
 We be of flesh, men as other be. 
 
 Why should we be bound to such misery? 
 
 Whatever thing lacketh changeable rest. 
 
 Must needs decay, when it is at best. 
 
 DIG. Ah! but, Hobbinol, all this long tale 
 
 Nought easeth the care that doth me forhaile; 
 
 What shall I do? what way shall I wend, 
 
 My piteous plight and loss to amend? 
 
 Ah! good Hobbinol, might I thee pray 
 
 Of aid or counsel in my decay? 
 
 HOB. Now by my soul, Diggon, I lament 
 
 The hapless mischief that has thee hent; 
 
 Natheless thou seest my lowly sail. 
 
 That froward Fortune doth ever availe : 
 
 But, were Hobbinol as God might please, 
 
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Diggon should soon find favour and ease: 
 But if to my cottage thou wilt resort, 
 So as I can I will thee comfort; 
 There mayst thou lig in a vetchy bed, 
 Till fairer Fortune shew forth his head. 
 DIG. Ah! Hobbinol, God may it thee requite; 
 Diggon on few such friends did ever light. 
 
 DIGGON'S EMBLEME. 
 
 Tnopem tne copia fecit. 
 
 (Plenty has made me poor.) 
 
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 OCTOBER. iEGLOGA DECIMA. ARGUMENT. 
 
 In Cuddie is set out the perfetft pattern of a Poet, which, 
 finding no maintenance of his state and studies, com- 
 plaineth of the contempt of Poetry, and the causes 
 thereof: specially having been in all ages, and even 
 amongst the most barbarous, always of singular account 
 and honour, and being indeed so worthy and commend- 
 able an art; or rather no art, but a divine gift and 
 heavenly instincft not to be gotten by labour and learn- 
 ing, but adorned with both; and poured into the wit by 
 a certain Enthousiasmos and celestial inspiration, as 
 the Author hereof elsewhere at large discourseth in his 
 book called The English Poet, which book being lately 
 come to my hands, I mind also by God's grace, upon 
 further advisement, to publish. 
 
 PIERS. CUDDIE. 
 
 PIERS. 
 
 Cuddie, for shame, hold up thy heavy head, 
 And let us cast with what delight to chase 
 And weary this long ling'ring Phoebus' race. 
 Whilome thou wont the shepheards' lads to lead 
 In rhymes, in riddles, and in bidding base; 
 Now they in thee, and thou in sleep, art dead. 
 
 CUD. Piers, I have piped erst so long with pain. 
 That all mine oaten reeds be rent and wore. 
 And my poor Muse hath spent her spared store. 
 Yet little good hath got, and much less gain. 
 Such pleasance makes the grasshopper so poor, 
 And lig so laid, when winter doth her strain. 
 
 The dapper ditties, that I wont devise. 
 To feed youth's fancy, and the flocking fry, 
 
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Delighten much; what I the bett forthy? 
 They have the pleasure, I a slender prise: 
 I beat the bush, the birds to them do fly: 
 What good thereof to Cuddie can arise? 
 
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 PIERS. Cuddie, the praise is better than the price, 
 The glory eke much greater than the gain: --x ^ 
 
 O what an honour is it, to restrain vA \t 
 
 The lust of lawless youth with good advice, 0#i>tf 
 Or prick them forth with pleasance of thy vein, * yf 
 Whereto thou list their trained wills entice ! ^ 
 
 Soon as thou 'ginn'st to set thy notes in frame, 
 O how the rural routs to thee do cleave ! 
 Seemeth thou dost their soul of sense bereave, 
 All as the shepheard that did fetch his dame 
 From Pluto's baleful bower withouten leave; 
 His music's might the hellish hound did tame. 
 
 CUD. So praisen babes the peacock's spotted train, 
 
 And wondren at bright Argus' blazing eye; 
 
 But who rewards him e'er the more forthy. 
 
 Or feeds him once the fuller by a grain ? 
 
 Such praise is smoke, that sheddeth in the sky; 
 
 Such words be wind, and wasten soon in vain. 
 
 PIERS. Abandon then the base and viler clown; 
 
 Lift up thyself out of the lowly dust. 
 
 And sing of bloody Mars, of wars, of giusts; 
 
 Turn thee to those that wield the awful crown, ' 
 
 To doubted knights, whose woundless armour rusts, 
 
 And helms unbruised waxen daily brown. 
 
 There may thy Muse display her flutt'ring wing, 
 And stretch herself at large from east to west; 
 Whither thou list in fair Elisa " rest. 
 Or, if thee please in bigger notes to sing, 
 Advance the Worthy whom she loveth best. 
 That first the White Bear to the stake did bring. 
 
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 And, when the stubborn stroke of stronger stounds 
 
 Has somewhat slack'd the tenor of thy string, 
 
 Of love and lustihead then mayst thou sing, 
 
 And carol loud, and lead the Miller's round, 
 
 All were Elisa one of thilk same ring; 
 
 So might our Cuddie's name to heaven sound. 
 
 CUD. Indeed the Romish Tityrus, I hear, I 
 
 Through his Mecaenas left his oaten reed, ^ \J{i^ 
 
 Whereon he erst had taught his flocks to feed, 
 
 And laboured lands to yield the timely ear, 
 
 And eft did sing of wars and deadly dreed 
 
 So as the heavens did quake his verse to hear. , . 
 
 But ah! Mecaenas is yclad in clay, m fA*^ 
 
 And great Augustus long ago is dead, ^^ 
 And all the worthies liggen wrapt in lead, 
 That matter made for poets on to play: 
 For ever, who in derring-do were dread, 
 The lofty verse of them was loved aye. 
 
 But after Virtue gan for age to stoop, 
 And mighty Manhood brought a bed of ease, 
 The vaunting poets found nought worth a pease 
 To put in press among the learned troop; 
 Then gan the streams of flowing wits to cease, 
 And sunbright honour penn'd in shameful coop. 
 
 And if that any buds of Poesy, 
 Yet of the old stock, gan to shoot again. 
 Or it men's follies must to-force to feign. 
 And roll with rest in rhymes of ribaudry ; 
 Or, as it sprung, it wither must again; 
 Tom Piper makes us better melody. 
 
 PIERS. O peerless Po'sy! where is then thy place? 
 If nor in princes' palace thou dost sit, 
 (And yet is princes' palace the most fit,) 
 
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Ne breast of baser birth doth thee embrace, 
 Then make thee wings of thine aspiring wit, 
 And, whence thou cam'st, fly back to heaven apace. 
 
 CUD. Ah! Percy, it is all-to weak and wan, 
 So high to soar and make so large a flight; 
 Her pieced pinions be not so in plight: 
 For Colin fits such famous flight to scan; 
 He, were he not with love so ill bedight. 
 Would mount as high and sing as sweet as swan. 
 
 PIERS. Ah ! fon ; for Love does teach him climb so high, U 
 
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 And lifts him up out of the loathsome mire: 
 Such immortal mirror, as he doth admire. 
 Would raise one's mind above the starry sky. 
 And cause a caitiff" courage to aspire; 
 For lofty love doth loathe a lowly eye. 
 
 CUD. All otherwise the state of Poet stands ; 
 For lordly Love is such a tyrant fell, 
 That, where he rules, all power he doth expel; 
 The vaunted verse a vacant head demands, 
 Ne wont with crabbed care the Muses dwell: 
 Unwisely weaves, that takes two webs in hand. 
 
 Who ever casts to compass weighty prize. 
 
 And thinks to throw out thund'ring words of threat, 
 
 Let pour in lavish cups and thrifty bits of meat, 
 
 For Bacchus' fruit is friend to Phoebus wise ; ^' ^• 
 
 And, when with wine the brain begins to sweat, ^ jV 
 
 The numbers flow as fast as spring doth rise. y^ 
 
 Thou kenst not, Percie, how the rhyme should rage; 
 
 O if my temples were distain'd with wine, 
 
 And girt in garlands of wild ivy twine. 
 
 How I could rear the Muse on stately stage, 
 
 And teach her tread aloft in buskin fine. 
 
 With quaint Bellona in her equipage ! 
 
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But ah! my courage cools ere it be warm: 
 
 Forthy content us in this humble shade, 
 
 Where no such troublous tides have us assay'd; 
 
 Here we our slender pipes may safely charm. 
 
 PIERS. And, when my goats shall have their bellies laid, 
 
 Cuddie shall have a kid to store his farm. 
 
 CUDDIE'S EMBLEME 
 
 Ai^itanie caUscimus ilio, etc. 
 
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 NOV£MBeR: 
 
NOVEMBER. 
 MENT. 
 
 iEGLOGA UNDECIMA. ARGU- 
 
 In this xi. JEglogue he bewaileth the death of some 
 maiden of great blood, whom he calleth Dido. The per- 
 sonage is secret, and to me altogether unknown, albeit 
 of himself I often required the same. This iEglogue 
 is made in imitation of Marot his song, which he made 
 upon the death of Loyes the French Queen; but far 
 passing his reach, and in mine opinion all other the 
 iEglogues of this Book. 
 
 THENOT. COLIN. 
 
 THENOT. 
 
 Colin, my dear, when shall it please thee sing, 
 As thou wert wont, songs of some jovisance? 
 Thy Muse too long slumb'reth in sorrowing, 
 Lulled asleep through Love's misgovernance. 
 Now somewhat sing, whose endless sovenance 
 Among the shepheards' swains may aye remain, 
 Whether thee list thy loved lass advance, 
 Or honour Pan with hymns of higher vein. 
 COL. Thenot, now n'is the time of merrimake, 
 Nor Pan to herie, nor with Love to play; 
 Such mirth in May is meetest for to make, 
 Or summer shade, under the cocked hay. 
 But now sad winter welked hath the day. 
 And Phoebus, weary of his yearly task, 
 Ystabled hath his steeds in lowly lay. 
 And taken up his inn in Fishes' '" hask: 
 Thilk sullen season sadder plight doth ask, 
 And loatheth such delights as thou dost praise : 
 The mournful Muse in mirth nov/ list ne mask, ) ,' 
 As she was wont in youth and summer-days; 
 
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But if thou algate lust light virelays, 
 
 And looser songs of love to underfong, 
 
 Who but thyself deserves such poets' praise? 
 
 Relieve thy oaten pipes that sleepen long. 
 
 THE. The nightingale is sovereign of song, 
 
 Before him sits the titmouse silent be; 
 
 And I, unfit to thrust in skilful throng, 
 
 Should Colin make judge of my foolery. 
 
 Nay, better learn of them that learned be. 
 
 And have been watered at the Muses' well; 
 
 The Kindly dew drops from the higher tree, 
 
 And wets the little plants that lowly dwell: 
 
 But if sad winter's wrath, and season chill, 
 
 Accord not with thy Muse's merriment. 
 
 To sadder times thou mayst attune thy quill. 
 
 And sing of sorrow and death's dreariment; 
 
 For dead is Dido,^^ dead, alas! and drent. 
 
 Dido! the great shepheard his daughter sheen: 
 
 The fairest may she was that ever went. 
 
 Her like she has not left behind, I ween: 
 
 And, if thou wilt bewail my woful teen, 
 
 I shall thee give yond cosset for thy pain; 
 
 And, if thy rhymes as round and rueful been 
 
 As those that did thy Rosalind complain. 
 
 Much greater gifts for guerdon thou shalt gain. 
 
 Than kid or cosset, which I thee benempt: 
 
 Then up, I say, thou jolly shepheard swain. 
 
 Let not my small demand be so contempt. 
 
 COL. Thenot, to that I chose thou dost me tempt; 
 
 But ah ! too well I wot my humble vein. 
 
 And how my rhymes be rugged and unkempt; 
 
 Yet, as I con, my conning I will strain. 
 
 " Up, then, Melpomene! the mournful'st Muse of Nine, 
 Such cause of mourning never hadst afore ; 
 Up, grisly ghosts! and up my rueful rhyme! 
 Matter of mirth now shalt thou have no more; 
 For dead she is, that mirth thee made of yore. 
 
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Dido, my dear, alas! is dead, 
 Dead, and lieth wrapt in lead. 
 
 O heavy herse! 
 Let streaming tears be poured out in store; 
 
 O careful verse! 
 
 "Shepheards.thatbyyourflocks ofKentish downsabide, 
 
 Wail ye this woful waste of Nature's wark ; 
 
 Wail we the wight, whose presence was our pride ; 
 
 Wail we the wight, whose absence is our cark; 
 
 The sun of all the world is dim and dark; 
 
 The earth now lacks her wonted light, 
 
 And all we dwell in deadly night. 
 O heavy herse! 
 Break we our pipes, that shrill'd as loud as lark; 
 O careful verse! 
 
 "Why do we longer live, (ah! why live we so long?) 
 
 Whose better days Death hath shut up in woe.' 
 
 The fairest flower our garland all among 
 
 Is faded quite, and into dust ygo. 
 
 Sing now, ye shepheards' daughters, sing no moe 
 The songs that Colin made you in her praise, 
 But into weeping turn your wanton lays. 
 O heaVy herse! 
 
 Now is time to die : nay, time was long ago: 
 O careful verse! 
 
 "Whence is it, that the flowret of the field doth fade, 
 And lieth buried long in Winter's bale; 
 Yet, soon as Spring his mantle hath display'd, 
 It flow'reth fresh, as it should never fail ? 
 But thing on earth that is of most avail, 
 As virtue's branch and beauty's bud, 
 Reliven not for any good. 
 
 O heavy herse! 
 The branch once dead, the bud eke needs must quail; 
 
 O careful verse! 
 
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 "She, while she was, (that was, a woful word to sayn!) 
 
 For beauty's praise and pleasance had no peer; 
 
 So well she couth the shepheards entertain 
 
 With cakes and cracknels, and such country cheer: 
 
 Ne would she scorn the simple shepheard's swain; 
 
 For she would call him often heme, 
 
 And give him curds and clouted cream. 
 O heavy herse! 
 Als Colin Clout she would not once disdain; 
 O careful verse ! 
 
 "But now such happy cheer is turn'd to heavy chance, 
 
 Such pleasance now displac'd by dolor's dint; 
 
 All music sleeps, where Death doth lead the dance, 
 
 And shepheards' wonted solace is extin(5l. 
 
 The blue in black, the green in gray, is tin(rt; 
 
 The gaudy garlands deck her grave, 
 
 The faded flowers her corse embrave. 
 O heavy herse! 
 Mourn now, my Muse, now mourn with tears besprint; 
 O careful verse! 
 
 ' ' O thou great shepheard, Lobbin , how great is thy grief? 
 Where be the nosegays that she dight for thee? 
 The coloured chaplets wrought with a chief, ^° 
 The knotted rush-rings, and gilt rosemary? 
 For she deemed nothing too dear for thee. 
 
 Ah! they be all yclad in clay; 
 
 One bitter blast blew all away. 
 O heavy herse! 
 Thereof nought remains but the memory; 
 O careful verse! 
 
 "Ah me ! that dreary death should strike so mortal stroke , 
 That can undo Dame Nature's kindly course; 
 The faded locks fall from the lofty oak. 
 The floods do gasp, for dried is their source. 
 And floods of tears flow in their stead perforce: 
 
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 The mantled meadows mourn, 
 Their sundry colours turn. 
 
 O heavy herse! 
 The heavens do melt in tears without remorse; 
 
 O careful verse! 
 
 "The feeble flocks in field refuse their former food, 
 And hang their heads as they would learn to weep; 
 The beasts in forest wail as they were wood. 
 Except the wolves, that chase the wand'ring sheep. 
 Now she is gone that safely did them keep: 
 The turtle on the bared branch 
 Laments the wound that Death did launch. 
 
 O heavy herse! 
 And Philomele her song with tears doth steep; 
 
 O careful verse! 
 
 "The water nymphs, that wont with her to sing and 
 
 dance, 
 And for her garland olive branches bear, 
 Now baleful boughs of cypress do advance; 
 The Muses, that were wont green bays to wear. 
 Now bringen bitter elder branches sere ; 
 The Fatal Sisters eke repent 
 Her vital thread so soon was spent. 
 
 O heavy herse ! 
 Mourn now, my Muse, now mourn with heavy cheer; 
 
 O careful verse! 
 
 "O trustless state of earthly things, and slipper hope 
 Of mortal men, that swink and sweat for nought. 
 And, shooting wide, doth miss the marked scope; 
 Now have I learn'd fa lesson dearly bought) 
 That n'is on earth assurance to be sought; 
 
 For what might be in earthly mould, 
 
 That did her buried body hold? 
 O heavy herse! 
 Yet saw I on the bier when it was brought; 
 O careful verse! 
 
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" But maugre Death, and dreaded Sisters' deadly spite, 
 And gates of hell, and fiery Furies' force, 
 She hath the bonds broke of eternal night, 
 Her soul unbodied of the burdenous corse. 
 Why then weeps Lobbin so without remorse ? 
 
 Lobb! thy loss no longer lament; 
 Dido is dead, but into heaven hent. 
 
 O happy herse! 
 Cease now, my Muse, now cease thy sorrows' source, 
 O joyful verse! 
 
 "Why wail we then? why weary we the gods with ^/i 
 
 plaints. 
 As if some evil were to her betight? 
 She reigns a goddess now among the saints. 
 That whilome was the saint of shepheards light, 
 And is installed now in heavens' height, 
 
 1 see thee, blessed soul! I see 
 Walk in Elysian fields so free. 
 
 O happy herse! 
 Might I once come to thee, (O that I might!) 
 O joyful verse! 
 
 "Unwise and wretched men, to weet what's good or ill, 
 
 We deenr of death as doom of ill desert; 
 
 But knew we, fools, what it us brings until. 
 
 Die would we daily, once it to expert! 
 
 No danger there the shepheard can assert; 
 
 Fair fields and pleasant lays there bene; 
 
 The fields aye fresh, the grass aye green. 
 O happy herse! 
 Make haste, ye shepheards, thitherto revert. 
 O joyful verse! 
 
 " Dido is gone afore ; (whose turn shall be the next ?) 
 There lives she with the blessed gods in bliss, 
 There drinks she necTtar with ambrosia mixt, 
 And joys enjoys that mortal men do miss. 
 
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The honour now of highest gods she is, 
 
 That whilome was poor shepheards' pride, 
 While here on earth she did abide. 
 O happy herse! 
 Cease now, my song, my woe now wasted is; 
 O joyful verse!" 
 
 THE. Ay, frank shepheard, how be thy verses meint 
 With doleful pleasance, so as I ne wot 
 Whether rejoice or weep for great constraint ! 
 Thine be the cosset, well hast thou it got. 
 Up, Colin, up, enough thou mourned hast; 
 Now 'gins to mizzle, hie we homeward fast. 
 
 COLIN'S EMBLEME. 
 
 La mort ny mord. 
 
 (Death has lost its sting.) 
 
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 MENT. 
 
 i^GLOGA DUODECIMA. ' ARGU- 
 
 This i^glogue (even as the first began) is ended with a 
 complaint of Colin to god Pan; wherein, as weary of 
 his former ways, he proportioneth his life to the four 
 seasons of the year; comparing his youth to the spring 
 time, when he was fresh and free from love's folly. 
 His manhood to the summer, which, he saith, was con- 
 sumed with great heat and excessive drouth, caused 
 through a comet or blazing star, by which he meaneth 
 love; which passion is commonly compared to such 
 flames and immoderate heat. His ripest years he re- 
 sembleth to an unseasonable harvest, wherein the 
 fruits fall ere they be ripe. His latter age to winter's 
 chill and frosty season, now drawing near to his last 
 end. 
 
 The gentle shepheard sat beside a spring. 
 
 All m the shadow of a bushy brere. 
 
 That Colin hight, which well could pipe and sing, 
 
 For he of Tityrus his song did lere: 
 There, as he sat in secret shade alone. 
 Thus gan he make of love his piteous moan. 
 
 "O sovereign Pan! thou god of shepheards all. 
 Which of our tender lambkins takest keep. 
 And, when our flocks into mischance might fall. 
 Dost save from mischief the unwary sheep, 
 Als of their masters hast no less regard 
 Than of the flocks, which thou dost watch and ward; 
 
 "I thee beseech Tso be thou deign to hear 
 Rude ditties, tun'd to shepheard's oaten reed. 
 Or if I ever sonnet sung so clear. 
 
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As it with pleasance might thy fancy feed,) 
 Hearken a while, from thy green cabinet, 
 The rural song of careful Colinet. 
 
 " Whilome in youth, when flower'd my joyful spring, 
 
 Like swallow swift I wander'd here and there; 
 
 For heat of heedless lust me so did sting, 
 
 That I of doubted danger had no fear: 
 
 I went the wasteful woods and forest wide, 
 Withouten dread of wolves to be espied. 
 
 "I wont to range amid the mazy thicket, 
 And gather nuts to make my Christmas-game, 
 And joyed oft to chase the trembling pricket, 
 Or hunt the heartless hare till she were tame. 
 What recked I of wintry age's waste? — 
 Then deemed I my spring would ever last. 
 
 "How often have I scaled the craggy oak. 
 All to dislodge the raven of her nest ? 
 How have I wearied, with many a stroke. 
 The stately walnut-tree, the while the rest 
 
 Under the tree fell all for nuts at strife? 
 
 For like to me was liberty and life. 
 
 "And for I was in thilk same looser years, 
 (Whether the Muse so wrought me from my birth, 
 Or I too much believ'd my shepheard peers,) 
 Somedele ybent to song and music's mirth, 
 A good old shepheard, Wrenock was his name, 
 Made me by art more cunning in the same. 
 
 "Fro thence I durst in derringto compare 
 With shepheard's swain whatever fed in field; 
 And, if that Hobbinol right judgment bare, 
 To Pan his own self pipe I need not yield: 
 
 For, if the flocking nymphs did follow Pan, 
 
 The wiser Muses after Colin ran. 
 
"But, ah! such pride at length was ill repaid; 
 The shepheard's god (perdie, god was he none) 
 My hurtless pleasance did me ill upbraid, 
 My freedom lorn, my life he left to moan. 
 
 Love they him called that gave me check-mate, 
 But better might they have behote him Hate. 
 
 "Then gan my lovely spring bid me farewell, 
 And summer season sped him to display 
 (For Love then in the Lion's house did dwell,) 
 The raging fire that kindled at his ray. 
 A comet stirr'd up that unkindly heat. 
 That reigned (as men said) in Venus' seat. 
 
 "Forth was I led, not as I wont afore, 
 When choice I had to choose my wand'ring way, 
 But whether luck and love's unbridled lore 
 Would lead me forth on Fancy's bit to play: 
 The bush my bed, the bramble was my bower, 
 The woods can witness many a woful stowre. 
 
 "Where I was wont to seek the honey bee. 
 Working her formal rooms in waxen frame. 
 The grisly toadstool grown there might I see. 
 And loathed paddocks lording on the same : 
 And, where the chanting birds lull'd me asleep, 
 The ghastly owl her grievous inn doth keep. 
 
 "Then as the spring gives place to elder Time, 
 
 And bringeth forth the fruit of summer's pride; 
 
 All so my age, now passed youthly prime, 
 
 To things of riper season self applied. 
 
 And learn'd of lighter timber cotes to frame, 
 Such as might save my sheep and me fro shame. 
 
 "To make fine cages for the nightingale. 
 And baskets of bulrushes, was my wont: 
 Who to entrap the fish in winding sale 
 
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Was better seen, or hurtful beasts to hont? 
 I learned als the signs of heaven to ken, 
 How Phoebus fails, where Venus sets, and when. 
 
 "And tried time yet taught me greater things; 
 The sudden rising of the raging seas, 
 The sooth of birds by beating of their wings. 
 The power of herbs, both which can hurt and ease, 
 And which be wont t' enrage the restless sheep, 
 And which be wont to work eternal sleep. 
 
 "But, ah! unwise and witless Colin Clout, 
 That kydst the hidden kinds of many a weed. 
 Yet kydst not one to cure thy sore heart-root. 
 Whose rankling wound as yet does rifely bleed. 
 Why livest thou still, and yet hast thy death's wound ? (^ 
 Why diest thou still, and yet alive art found? 
 
 "Thus is my summer worn away and wasted, 
 
 Thus is my harvest hastened all-to rathe; 
 
 The ear that budded fair is burnt and blasted, 
 
 And all my hoped gain is turn'd to scathe. 
 Of all the seed, that in my youth was sown. 
 Was none but brakes and brambles to be mown. 
 
 "My boughs with blooms that crowned were at first. 
 And promised of timely fruit such store. 
 Are left both bare and barren now at erst; 
 The flattering fruit is fallen to ground before. 
 
 And rotted ere they were half mellow ripe; 
 
 My harvest, waste, my hope away did wipe. 
 
 " The fragrant flowers, that in my garden grew, 
 Be withered, as they had been gathered long: 
 Their roots be dried up for lack of dew. 
 Yet dewed with tears they have been ever among. 
 Ah ! who has wrought my Rosalind this spite. 
 To spoil the flowers that should her garland dight? 
 
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"And I, that whilome wont to frame my pipe 
 Unto the shifting of the shepheard's foot. 
 Such follies now have gathered as too ripe. 
 And cast them out as rotten and unsoote. 
 
 The looser lass I cast to please no more ; 
 
 One if I please, enough is me therefore. 
 
 ' ' And thus of all my harvest-hope I have 
 
 Nought reaped but a weedy crop of care; 
 
 Which, when Ithought havethresh'din swellingsheave, 
 
 Cockle for corn, and chaff for barley, bare : 
 Soon as the chaff should in the fan be fin'd, 
 All was blown away of the wavering wind. 
 
 " So now my year draws to his latter term, 
 My spring is spent, my summer burnt up quite ; 
 My harvest hastes to stir up Winter stern, 
 And bids him claim with rig,orous rage his right : 
 
 So now he storms with many a sturdy stour; 
 
 So now his blust'ring blast each coast doth scour. 
 
 "The careful cold hath nipt my rugged rind. 
 And in my face deep furrows eld hath pight: 
 My head besprent with hoary frost I find, 
 And by mine eye the crow his claw doth write : 
 
 Delight is laid abed; and pleasure past; 
 
 No sun now shines; clouds have all overcast. 
 
 "Now leave, ye shepheards' boys, your merry glee ; 
 My Muse is hoarse and weary of this stound : 
 Here will I hang my pipe upon this tree, 
 Was never pipe of reed did better sound: 
 
 Winter is come that blows the bitter blast. 
 
 And after winter dreary death does hast. 
 
 "Gather together, ye my little flock. 
 My little flock, that was to me so lief; 
 Let me, ah! let me in your folds ye lock, 
 
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Ere the breme winter breed you greater grief. 
 Winter is come, that blows the baleful breath, 
 And after winter cometh timely death. 
 
 "Adieu, delights, that lulled me asleep; 
 
 Adieu, my dear, whose love I bought so dear; 
 
 Adieu, my little lambs and loved sheep; 
 
 Adieu, ye woods, that oft my witness were : 
 Adieu, good Hobbinol, that was so true. 
 Tell Rosalind, her Colin bids her adieu." 
 
 COLIN'S EMBLEME. 
 
 Vivitur ingenio : C(ztera mortis enint. 
 
 (The creations of genius live; other things shall be the 
 
 prey of death.) 
 
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EPILOGUE. 
 
 Lo! I have made a Calender for every year, 
 That steel in strength, and time in durance, shall out- 
 wear; 
 And, if I marked well the stars' revolution, 
 It shall continue till the world's dissolution. 
 To teach the ruder shepheard how to feed his sheep, 
 And from the falser's fraud his folded flock to keep. 
 
 Go, little Calender! thou hast a free passport; 
 Go but a lowly gate amongst the meaner sort : 
 Dare not to match thy pipe with Tityrus his style,' 
 Nor with the Pilgrim"' that the ploughman play'd a 
 
 while; 
 But follow them far off, and their high steps adore ; 
 The better please, the worse despise ; I ask no more. 
 
 MERCE NON MERCEDE. 
 
 (For recompense, but not for hire.) 
 
NOTES. 
 
 Piigi- xviii, note i. — The name of the writer of this letter is 
 unknown. 
 
 Pil^f 5, notf 2. -" Hobbinol : " the authors friend Gabriel 
 Harvey. 
 
 Pa^^d 10, note ^. — "Good Friday:" Good Friday is saiti 
 to frown, as being a fast-day. 
 
 Pa^e 16, note 4. — Thenot's emblem means, in substance, 
 that God, who is aged Himself, being without be- 
 ginning of days, makes those whom He loves, to 
 be aged, like Himself; and that it is a mark of His 
 favour to be old. Cuddie's emblem is,*" No old 
 man fears God " — a sarcasm against Thenot. 
 
 /'ii^'e 29, note 5. — " Tawdry: " is here used m its primitive 
 sense, denoting something bought at the fair of St. 
 Ethelred, or St. Awdrey. 
 
 Page 30, note 6. — " This poesy is taken out of Virgil, and 
 there of him used in the person of JEneas to his 
 mother Venus, appearing to him in likeness of one 
 of Diana's damsels ; being there most divinely set 
 forth. To which similitude of divinity Hobbinol 
 comparing the excellency of Elisa, and being 
 through the worthiness of Colin's song, as it were, 
 overcome with the hugeness of his imagination, 
 bursteth out in great admiration, (O quam tc vumoroii 
 rirgol) being otherwise unable, than by sudden 
 silence, to express the worthiness of his conceit. 
 Whom Thenot answereth with another part of the 
 like verse, as confirming by his grant and approv- 
 ance, that Elisa is no whit inferior to the majesty 
 of her, of whom the poet so boldly pronounced, 
 O Jea rerte.'" E. K. 
 
 Page 35, note 7. -" Algrind : " Archbishop Grindall. 
 
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Page 37, 7iote 8. — " Fox," " Kid : " " By the Kid may be 
 understood the simple sort of the faithful and true 
 Christians ; by his dam, Christ, that hath already 
 with careful watchwords (as here doth the Goat) 
 warned her little ones to beware of such doubling 
 deceit ; by the Fox, the false and faithless Papists, 
 to whom is no credit to be given, nor fellowship to 
 be used."— E. K. 
 
 Page 41, note 9. — " Sir John : " a name applied to a Popish 
 priest. 
 
 Page 47, note 10. — " Tityrus : " Chaucer is meant. 
 
 Page 53, note 11. — " Morrell : " supposed to be Elmer, or 
 Aylmer, Bishop of London. 
 
 Po-S^ 53, note 12. — "The sun:" the sun enters Leo in 
 July. 
 
 Page 59, note 13. — " An eagle : " the same story is told of 
 the death of Eschylus. 
 
 Pages 68, 69, note 14. — " The meaning hereof is very ambi- 
 guous: forPerigotbyhisposyclaimingtheconquest, 
 and Willie not yielding, Cuddie the arbiter of their 
 cause, and patron of his own, seemeth to challenge 
 it, as his due, saying, that he is happy which can ; 
 so abruptly ending; but he meaneth either him, 
 that can win the best, or moderate himself being 
 best, and leave off with the best." — E. K. 
 
 Page 77, note 15.—" Saxon king: " King Edgar, in whose 
 reign wolves are said to have disappeared in 
 England. 
 
 Page 84, note 16.—" Elisa : " Queen Elizabeth ; the 
 " Worthy " is the Earl of Leicester. 
 
 Page 87, note 17. — This emblem is portion of a Latin verse, 
 expressing the thought of the pastoral, that poetry 
 is a fervid glow of inspiration which animates and 
 kindles. 
 
 Page 91, note 18. — " Fishes : " the sun enters the constel- 
 lation Pisces in November. 
 
 /'a^^92, «^/^ 19.— '• Dido" and "great shepheard" both 
 refer to real persons unknown. 
 
Page 94, note- 20. — " Wrought with a chief: " wrought into 
 
 a head, like a nosegay. 
 Page loi, note 21. — Translated freely from the French of 
 
 Marot. 
 Page 107, rii'te 22. — " The pilgrim : " perhaps the author of 
 
 the " Visions of Pierce Ploughman. " 
 
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GLOSSARY. 
 
 Accloyeth, encumbfreth. 
 
 Accoyed, daitnUd. 
 
 Adawed, liaunttd. 
 
 Adays, a'ery day. 
 
 Albe, although. 
 
 Alegge, assuage. 
 
 Algate, at all rants. 
 
 All, although. 
 
 All be it, \} It hough it be. 
 
 All-to, entirely. 
 
 All-to rathe, too early. 
 
 Als, also. 
 
 Arede, declare, repeat, explain. 
 
 Assayed, affected. 
 
 Assert, befall. 
 
 Assot, stupid. 
 
 As weren overwent, as if 
 
 we were o~i'ercome. 
 At erst, at last. 
 Attone, also. 
 Attones, at same time. 
 Availe, bring doicn, lower. 
 Availes, is lowered. 
 
 Babes, dolls. 
 
 Bale, ruin. 
 
 Balk, miss. 
 
 Bate, bated, fed. 
 
 Bedight, affected. 
 
 Behight, behote, called. 
 
 B el i V e , promptly. 
 
 Bellibone {belle et bonne), good 
 
 and beautiful one. 
 Bend, band. 
 
 Bene, are. 
 
 Benempt, named, mentioned. 
 
 Bent, obedient. 
 
 Besprint, besprent, be- 
 sprinkled. 
 
 Betight, betide, happened. 
 
 Bett, better. 
 
 Bidding base, game of prison 
 base. 
 
 Biggen, cap. 
 
 Bin, be. 
 
 Black bower, i.e., hell. 
 
 Bloncket \\vt.v\z^s, gray coats. 
 
 Blont, unpolished. 
 
 Borrell, rustic. 
 
 "Bovrovj, pledge, surety, Saviour. 
 
 Brace, compass. 
 
 Brag, bragly, proudly. 
 
 Breme, sharp. 
 
 Brent, burnt. 
 
 Brere, brier. 
 
 Brocage, pimping. 
 
 Bugle, beads. 
 
 But, unless. 
 
 Buxom, yielding. 
 
 Can, knows. 
 
 Careful, sorro-uful. 
 
 Careful case, unhappy cor.- 
 
 d it ion. 
 Cark, sorroiv. 
 
 Chaffred, sold or exchanged. 
 Chamfred, -wrinkled. 
 Charm, temper, tune. 
 
Chevisance, performajicc^ 7'e- 
 
 suit, bargain. 
 Chips, fragmefits. 
 Collusion, amning. 
 Con, know. 
 Cond, learned. 
 Confusion, destruction. 
 Contempt, conteinned. 
 Convenable, conformable. 
 Corb, crooked. 
 Cosset, lamb. 
 Cote, sheep/old. 
 Courage, fnind. 
 Couth, knew how, could. 
 Cracknels, biscuits. 
 Crag, neck. 
 Crank, courageous. 
 Crumenall, ptirse. 
 
 Dapper dXftxzs, pretty songs. 
 Deed, doing, cojnpositig. 
 Defast, defaced. 
 Dempt, deemed. 
 Depeincten, painted. 
 Derring, manly deeds. 
 Derring-do, daring deeds. 
 Devoir, duty. 
 Dight, adorn, prepare; adorned, 
 
 prepared, dealt with. 
 Dint, pang of grief . 
 Dirk, darkly. 
 Dirks, darkens. 
 Disease, disturb. 
 Dole, dool, sorrow, grief. 
 Doom, judgment. 
 Doubted, redoubted. 
 Drent, dro^vned, perished. 
 
 Eath, easy. 
 Eft, quickly, soon. 
 Eftsoons, immediately. 
 Eked, increased. 
 Eld, age. 
 Embrave, adorn. 
 Emprise, enterprise. 
 Enaunter, lest, lest that. 
 Enchased, engraved. 
 Encheason, occasion. 
 Entrailed, intwined. 
 Erst, before, at once. 
 Expert, experience. 
 
 Faitours, villains, vagabonds. 
 Falsers, deceivers. 
 Fay, faith. 
 File, defile. 
 Fined, sifted. 
 Von, fool. 
 ¥ ond, foolish. 
 Fondness, >//)'. 
 Fonly, foolishly. 
 Foresaid, banished. 
 Foreslow, impede, obstruct. 
 Forestall, prevent. 
 Forhaile, distress. 
 For-say, forsake. 
 Forswat, spent with heat. 
 Forswonk, overlaboiired. 
 Forthy, therefore, 07i that ac- 
 
 C02int. 
 Frenne, stranger. 
 Frorne, frozen. 
 Frowy, nmsty. 
 
 Galage, 7voodcn shoe. 
 Gang, go. 
 
Gars, Diakes. 
 
 Gastful, dreary. 
 
 Gate, way. 
 
 Gelt, a gildeii girJh: 
 
 Giant, Ai/as. 
 
 Giusts, tourna incuts. 
 
 Go, i:;one. 
 
 Gree, de^ee. 
 
 Greet, wetp . ntourning. 
 
 Gride, grydc, />urud. 
 
 Gross, whole. 
 
 Harbrough, habitation . 
 Hask, basket. 
 Haveour, demeanour. 
 Heme, home. 
 Hent, took, taken. 
 Hentst, takest. 
 Herdgrooms, herdsmen. 
 Herie, hery, honour, praise. 
 Herse, rehearsal, tale. 
 Heydeguys, dances. 
 Hidder and shidder,///w an,.. 
 
 her. 
 Hight, purports ; was named. 
 Hote, mentiotied ; was called. 
 
 If, unless. 
 Ilk, the same. 
 Inly, inwardly. 
 Inn, abode. 
 
 Jovisance, joyousness. 
 
 Keep, care, charge. 
 Ken, kninc. 
 Kend, knenon. 
 Kenst, kno7i>cst. 
 
 Kerns, /a rmers. 
 Kirk, church. 
 Knack, tn'ck. 
 Knaves, senants. 
 Kydst, kno'west. 
 
 Laid, faint. 
 
 L,arded, J aliened. 
 
 Latched, caught. 
 
 Lays, leas, fields. 
 
 'LeaiSing, falsehood, lies. 
 
 Lere, lore, lesson ; learn. 
 
 Lever, rather. 
 
 Levin, lightning. 
 
 L,ewd, foolish. 
 
 Lewdly, foolishly. 
 
 Lief, dear, beloved. 
 
 Lig, ligg, liggen, lie. 
 
 'L.oord, fellow. 
 
 Lope, leaped. 
 
 Lorn, left, lost. 
 
 Lorrell, ignorant, worthless 
 
 felUmi. 
 Louted, did honour. 
 Lust, wishest. 
 L u st i h e d , pleasure. 
 Lust less, languid. 
 
 Maintenance, behaviour. 
 Make, versify. 
 Maugre, in spite of. 
 May, maid. 
 
 May-buskets, May-bushes. 
 Mazer, bo-wl. 
 Medle, mingle. 
 Meint, mingled. 
 Melling, meddli/ig. 
 Men of the lay, laymen. 
 
 \ 
 
 ?=*<. 
 
 \rA 
 
Merit, ?Ht?igled. 
 
 Merciable, merciful. 
 
 Mickle, 7ntich. 
 
 Miller's round, a dance. 
 
 Mirk, very obscure. 
 
 Miscreance, tmbelief. 
 
 Misgone, gone astray. 
 
 Missay, say evil. 
 
 Mister men, kind of men. 
 
 Mister saying, kind of speech. 
 
 Mis went, gone astray. 
 
 Mizzle, to rain a little. 
 
 Mochell, much. 
 
 Moe, more. 
 
 Most what, affairs. 
 
 Most- what, /^r the most part. 
 
 Musical, music. 
 
 Narre, nearer. 
 
 N'as, has not. 
 
 Newell, novelty. 
 
 Nighly, nearly so much. 
 
 Nill, will not. 
 
 N'is, is not. 
 
 N'ote, know not. 
 
 Nought seemeth,/^ unseemly. 
 
 Nould, would not. 
 
 Overcrawed, overcrowed. 
 Overgone, surpassed. 
 Overhale, draw over. 
 Overture, open place. 
 
 Paddocks, toads. 
 Pained, exerted himself. 
 Paramours, lovers. 
 Paunce, pajisy. 
 Perdie, in truth, truly. 
 
 xi6 
 
 Peregall, equal. 
 Perk, pert. 
 Pert, open. 
 Pieced, imperfect. 
 Pight, put, placed. 
 Plainful, lamentable. 
 Prick, fuark. 
 Pricket, buck. 
 Prief, proof 
 Prime, spring. 
 Primrose, chief flower. 
 Pumie, pumice. 
 Purchase, obtain. 
 Purpose, conversation. 
 
 Quaint, strange. 
 Quell, abate. 
 Queme, please. 
 Quick, alive. 
 Quit, deliver. 
 
 Rathe, early. 
 Rather, born early. 
 Record, repeat. 
 Rede, saying; advise, tell. 
 Reliven, live again. 
 Ribaudry, ribaldry. 
 "Riie, frequent. 
 Rifely, abundantly. 
 Rine, rind. 
 
 Romish Tityrus, Virgil. 
 Ronts, young bullocks. 
 Roundel, roundelay. 
 Routs, companies. 
 Roved, shot. 
 
 Sale, wicker net. 
 Sam, together. 
 
m^ 
 
 Jt 
 
 Sample, example. 
 
 Saye, silk. 
 
 Scope, mark aimed at. 
 
 Seely, simple. 
 
 Sheen, bright. 
 
 Shend, disgrace. 
 
 Shepheard, Al'fl, p. 56 .• En- 
 
 dymion, /. 5 5 ; Orpheus, p. 84 , 
 
 Paris, p. 57. 
 Shield, /tW'/</. 
 Sib, related. 
 Sich, such. 
 
 Sicker, siker, sunly^ truly. 
 Sike, such. 
 Site, situation. 
 Sithence, sithens, since, since 
 
 that time. 
 Siths, times. 
 Sits, becomes. 
 Sits not, is not becoming. 
 Skill in making, /// meriting 
 
 poetry. 
 Slipper, slippery, uncertain. 
 Smirk, nice. 
 Snebbe, rri'ile. 
 Somdele, somewhat, in some 
 
 degree. 
 Some quick, something alive. 
 S o m m e d , feathered. 
 Soote, siveetly. 
 Sooth, soothsaying. 
 Sops-in-wine, a flower. 
 Sovenance, remembrance. 
 So well thewed, 0/ such sound 
 
 morals. 
 Sperr, shut. 
 Spill, spoil, ruin, injure. 
 Stank, weary. 
 
 State, stoutly. 
 
 Steven, noise. 
 
 S t o u n d , effort ; hour. 
 
 S t o u n d s ,/><//// J ; occasions. 
 
 Stour, assault. 
 
 Stoure, occasion. 
 
 Stoures, attacks. 
 
 Stowre, affliction, violence. 
 
 Strain, imbody in strains. 
 
 Strait, strict. 
 
 St row, display. 
 
 Stud, trunk. 
 
 Sullen, sad. 
 
 Surquedry, pride. 
 
 Swink, toil. 
 
 Tabrere, laborer. 
 
 Teen, sorrow. 
 
 That, that which. 
 
 Thereto, also. 
 
 Thick, thicket. 
 
 Thilk, this, these, this same, that 
 
 same. 
 Tickle, uncertain. 
 Tinct, coloured. 
 Tityrus, Chaucer. 
 Tod, thick bush. 
 To-force, perforce. 
 Tooting, looking about. 
 Totty, wavering. 
 Trace, go. 
 Trains, snares. 
 Trode, troad, tread, path. 
 Truss, bundle. 
 Tway, tzco. 
 
 Uncouth, unkncnvn. 
 
 \ 
 
Underfong, tamper with, un- 
 dertake. 
 Undersay, say m contradiction. 
 Uneath, scarcely. 
 Unkempt, unpolished. 
 Unkent, unknoivn. 
 Unlustiness, feebletiess. 
 Unnethes, scarcely. 
 Unsoot, unsweet. 
 U prist, uprisen. 
 Utter, put forth. 
 
 Venteth, snuffeth. 
 Vetchy, of pease straic. 
 Virelays, songs. 
 
 War, worse. 
 
 Warre, ware. 
 
 Weanel ^vast, weaned young- 
 ling. 
 
 Weed, dress. 
 
 Weet, know. 
 
 Weighed, esteemed. 
 
 Weld, toield, bear. 
 
 Welked, decreased, shortened. 
 
 Well apaid, in good condition. 
 
 Well away, alas I 
 
 Wend, go. 
 
 What, ?natter, thing. 
 
 What is he for a lad ? what 
 sort of lad is he ? 
 
 Whilome, formerly. 
 
 Widder, wider. 
 
 Wight, active. 
 
 Wightly, quickly. 
 
 Wimble, ?iimble. 
 
 Wisards, learned men. 
 
 Wist, knew. 
 
 Witen, blame. 
 
 Wonned, dwelt. 
 
 Wood, 7nad, wild. 
 
 Worthy wite, deserved blame. 
 
 Wot, wote, know. ^ 
 
 Wot ne, know not. 
 
 Woundless, unwounded. 
 
 Wrack, violence. 
 
 Wroken, avejiged. 
 
 Yblent, blinded. 
 Yconned, conned. 
 Yede, go, went. 
 Yeven, given. 
 Yfere, together. 
 Ygo, ygoe, gone. 
 Yode, wetit. 
 Yond, yonder. 
 Ypent, petit, confined. 
 Yshend, disparage. 
 Ytake, take?i, overcome. 
 Ytost, be harassed. 
 Ywis, truly. 
 
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