THE SHEPHERD's CALENDAR. CONTAINING TWELVE AGLOGUES, PROPORTIONABLE TO THE TWELVE MONTHS. Entituled to the noble and vertuous Gentleman, moft worthy of all MASTER PHILIP SIDNEY. JANUARY. EGLOGA PRIMA. The Argument. This Æglogue is a foliloque of Colin Clout, by which name the Poet means himself; complaining of his unprofperous love of Rofalind; and comparing his condition to that of his wretched weatherbeaten flock, and to the rigorous feafon of the year. COLIN CLOUT. A SHEPHERD's boy (no better do him call), Let forth his flock, that had been long ypent; All as the sheep, fuch was the fhepherd's look, "Ye gods of love! that pity lovers pain (If any gods the pain of lovers pity), Look from above, where you in joys remain, And bow your ears unto my dolefull ditty. And, Pan! thou fhepherd's god, that once did love, Pity the pains that thou thyself didst prove. Thou barren ground, whom winter's wrath hath wafted, Art made a mirror to behold my plight; Whylom thy fresh spring flower'd, and after hafted, Thy Summer proud, with daffadillies dight, And now is come thy Winter's stormy state, Thy mantle marr'd wherein thou maskedst late. Such rage as winter reigneth in my heart, You naked trees, whofe fhady leaves are loft, Wherein the birds were wont to build their bower, And now are cloath'd with moss and hoary froft, Inftead of blofms, wherewith your buds did flower, I fee your tears that from your boughs do rain, Alfo my luftfull leafe is dry and fear, With breathed fighs is blown away and blafted; Thou feeble Flock! whose fleece is rough and rent, Whofe knees are weak through fast and evil fare, Thou weak, I wan; thou lean, I quite forlorn: A thousand fithes I curfe that careful hour Yet all for naught: fuch fight hath bred my bane, Ah, God! that love should breed both joy and pain! It is not Hobbinol wherefore I plain, I love thilk lafs (alas! why do I love?) Wherefore, my Pipe, albe rude Pan thou please Yet for thou pleasest not where most I would, | And thou unlucky Muse, that wontst to ease My mufing mind, yet canft not when tho fhould; Both pipe and Muse shall fore the while abic." So broke his oaten pipe, and down did lie. By that the welked Phoebus' gan avail COLIN'S EMBLEM, Anchora Speme |