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456 THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER
Wonned) haunted Welkin) skie Afforesaid
A Weanell waste) a weaned youngling
Hidderand shidder)Heandshe Maleand Female
Steuen) Noyse Beliue) quickly
What euer) Ouids verse translated
Quod caret alterna requie, durabile non est
Forehaile) drawe or distresse
Vetchie) of Pease strawe
Embleme
This is the saying of Narcissus in Ouid For when
ARGVMENT
the foolishe boye by beholding hys face in the
brooke, fell in lout with his owne likenesse
and not hable to content him selfe with much
looking thereon, he cryed out, that plentye made
htm poore meaning that much gazing had bereft
hun of sence But our Diggon vseth it to other
urpose, as who that by tryall of many waves
p
October.
N Cuddie is set out the perfecte palerne of
a Poele, whiche finding no maintenaunce of
his state and studies, complayneth of the con
temple of Poetrie, and the causes thereof
specially hauing bene in all ages, and euen
amongst the most barbarous alwayes of singular
accounpl and honor, and being indede so worthy
and commendable an arte or rather no arte, but
Fjfa diuine gift and heauenly instinct not to bee
gollen by laboure and learning, but adorned with
both and poured into the wille by a certaine
and celestiall inspiration, as the
Author hereof els where at large discoursed, in
his booke called the English Poete, which booke
being lately come to my hands, I mynde also by
Gods grace vpon further adursement to publish
AEgloga decima.
C Vddie,
tad founde the worst, and through greate plentye
was fallen into great penurie This poesie I
knowe, to hiue bene much \sed of the author,
and to suche like effecte, as fyrste Narcissus
spake it
PIERCE CVDDIE
for shame hold vp thy heauy e head,
And let vs cast with what delight to
I chace,
And weary thys long lmgnng Phoebus race
Whilome thou wont the shepheards laddes to
Ieade,
In rymes, in ndks, and in bydding base •
Now they in thee, and thou in sleepe art dead
CVDDYE
Piers, I haue pyped erst so long with payne,
That all mine Oten reedes bene rent and wore
And my poore Muse hath spent her spartdstore,
Yet little good hath got, and much lesse
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Such pleasaunce makes theGrashoppersopoore,
Andliggeso layd, when Winter doth her straine