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IANVARYE 421
Januarye.
AEgloga prima.
All as the Sheepe, such was the shepeheards
ARGVMENT
looke, ,
I
For pale and wanne he was, (alas the while,)
N this fyrst AEglogue Colin cloute a shep- May seeme he lovd, or els some care he tooke .
heardes boy complaineth him of his un Well couth he tune his pipe, and frame his stile
fortunate loue, being but newly (as semeth) Tho to a hill his faynting flocke he ledde, II
enamoured of a countrie lasse called Rosalinde And thus him playnd, the while his shepe there
with which strong affection being very sore fedde
traueled, he compareth his carefull case to the \
sadde season of the yeare, to the frostie ground, Ye Gods of loue, that pitie louers payne,
Ho the frosen trees, and to his Oivne winterbeaten (If any gods the paine of louers pitie )
flocke And lastlye, jynding himselfe robbed of Looke from aboue, where you in loyes remaine,
all former pleasaunce and delights, hee breaketh And bowe your eares vnto my dolefull dittie
his Pipe inspeeces, and casteth him selfe to And the Pan thou shepheards God, that once didst
ground
lout,
Pitie the pames, that thou thy selfe didst proue
COLIN CLOVTE
AShepeheards boye (no better doe him call)
when Winters wastful spight was almost
spent,
All in a sunneshine day, as did befall,
Led forth his flock, that had bene long ypent
So faynt they woxe, and feeble in the folde,
That now vnnethes their feete could them
vphold
Thou barrem ground, whome winters wrath
hath wasted,
Art made a myrrhour, to behold my plight
Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd, and after
hasted 21
Thy sommer prowde with Daffadillies dight
And now is come thy wynters stormy state,
Thy mantle mard, wherein thou maskedst late