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THE SHEPHERD'S CALENDAR.

APRIL

ÆGLOGA QUARTA.

The Argument. The design of this Æglogue is to introduce a panegyric, in the pastoral kind, on Queen Elizabeth:

it begins with a complaint of Hobbinol (a Shepherd mention'd in the first Æglogue) for Colin's neglect of his friendship for the sake of Rosalind, with whom he was fallen in love; and from the mentioning of Colin's skill in poetry, Hobbinol takes occasion to recite one of his fongs or poems on Eliza, queen of shepherds.

THENOT. HOBBINOL,

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Tell me, good Hobbinol, what gars thee greet ? THE. What is he for a lad you so lament? What! hath some wolf thy tender lambs ytorn,

Is love such pinching pain to them that prove? Or is thy bag-pipe broke, that sounds so sweet? And hath he skill to make so excellent, Or art thou of thy loved lass forlorn?

Yet hath fo little skill to bridle love? Or been thine eyes attempred to the year,

H0B. Colin, thou kenst the southern Mepherd's Quenching the gasping furrows thirst with rain ?

boy; Like April Mower so Itream the trickling tears Him Love hath wounded with a deadly dart : Adown thy cheek; to quench thy thirsty paio. Whylom on him was all my care and joy, HOB. Nor this nor that so much doth make me forcing with gifts to win his wanton heart. mourn,

But now from me his madding mind is start, But for the lad whom long I lov'd so dearn And wooes the widdow's daughter of the glenne ; Now loves a lass that all his love doth scorn : So now fair Rosalind hath bred his smart; He, plung'd in vain, his tressed locks doth tear, So now his friend is changed for a frenne. Shepherds delights he doth them all forswear; tur. But if his ditties be so trimly dight, His pleasant pipe, which makes us merriment, I pray thee, Hobbinol, record some one, He wilfully hath broke, and doch forbear The whiles our flocks do graze about in light, His wonted songs wherein he all out-went. And we close throuded in this shade alone.

Hob. Contented I: then will I sing his lay “ Pan may be proud that ever he begot of fair Eiza, queen of thepherds all,

" Such a bellibone, Which once he made as by a lpring he lay, “ And Syrinx rejoice, that ever was her lot And tuned it unto the water's fall.

“ To bcar such an one.

“ Soon as my yourglings crying for the dam, " Ye dainty Nymphs, that in this blefied brook “ To her will I offer a milk-white lamb : " Do bathe your brcast,

“ She is my goddess plain, "Forsake your watry bowers, and hither look “ And I her shepherd's swain, Ar my request.

“ Albe forswonk and forswat I am. "And cke you Virgins that on Parnasse dwell, " Whence floweth Helicon, the learned well, “ I fee Calliope speed her to the place, " Help me to blaze

" Where my goddess thines, " Her worthy praise,

“ And after her the other Muses trace " Which in her sex doth all excel.

“ With their violines.

“ Been they not bay-branches which they do bear, " Of fair Eliza be your silver song,

« All for Eliza in her hand to wear? * That blefied wight,

“ So Sweetly they play, Be The flower of virgins; may she flourish long “ And sing all the way, " In princely plight;

“ That it a heaven is to hear. " For she is Syrinx' daughter without spot, " Which Pan, the shepherds' god, of her begot: “ Lo, how finely the Graces can it foot “ So sprung her grace

" To the instrument : " Of heavenly race,

“ They dauncen deftly, and singen luote es No mortal blemish may her blot.

" In their mcrriment :

(even?

“ Wants not a fourth Grace to make the dance " See where she fits upon the grassy green, “ Let that room to my Lady be yeven, (O leemly fight :)

16 She shall be a Grace “ Yclad in scarlet, like a mayden queen,

“ To fill the fourth place. “ Andermines white :

“ And reign with the reil in heaven. “ Upon her head a cremosin coronet, " With damask roses and daffadillies set;

“ And whither renns this bevy of ladies bright, “ Bay-leaves between,

“ Ranged in a row? And primroses green,

“ They, been all Ladies of the Lake behight 86 Embellish the sweet violet.

“ That unto her go.

“ Cloris, that is the chiefest nymph of all, “ Tell me, have ye seen her angelike face,

« Of olive branches bears a coronall : " Like Phæbe fair?

« Olives been for peace, “ Her heavenly haviour, her princely grace, “ When wars do íurceasc: “ Can you well compare?

“ Such for a princess been principal. “ The red rofc medled with the white yfere, “ In either check depeinten lively chear;

“ Ye fhepherds' daughters that dwell on the greet, 6 Her modeft eye,

“ Hye you there apace : “ Her majesty,

“ Let none cene there but that virgins been, " Where have you seen the like but there? « To adorn her grace :

“ And when you come, whereas she is in place, “ I saw Phæbus thrust out his golden head,

“ See that your rudeness do not you disgrace : " Upon her ir gaze ;

“ Bind your fillers fast, “ But when he saw how broad her beames did

“ And gird in your waste, spread,

“ For more fineness, with a taudry lace. " It did hini anze. " He hlutht to see another fun below,

“ Bring hither the pink and purple cullumbine, “ Ne durít again his fiery face out-fhow.

“ With gylliflowers; " Let him if he care, 5. His brightnesó compare

“ Bring coronations, and sops in wine,

“ Worn of paramours : " Withhui's, to have the overthrow.

“ Strow me the ground with daffadowndillies,

“ And couslips, and kingcups, and loved lillies : " Shew thyself, Cynthia, with thy silver rays,

“ The pretty pawnce " And be not abaiht:

" And the chevifaunce W น nei the the beamos of her beauty displays,

“ Shall match with the fair flowre-delice. « O how art nou daiht? “ But I will not match her with Latona's feed;

“ Now rise up, Eliza, decked as thou art " Such fcily great forrow to Niobe did breed. to Now ine is a ftunc,

“ In royal ray; " and makes daily mone,

“ And now ye dainty damsels may depart

66 Each one his way. * Warnire all other to take heed.

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I fear I have troubled your troops too long, HOB. Siker I hold him for a greater fon " Let Dame Eliza thank you for her song, That love's the thing he cannot purchase. " And if you come heather

But let us homeward, for night draweth on, " When damans I geather,

And twinkling stars the daylight hence chase, " I will part them all you among."

THENOT'S EMBLEM.

O quam te memorem virgo !

Tue. And was thilk fame song of Colin's own

making?
Ah! foolish Boy! that is with love yblent;
Great pity is he be in such taking,
For rought caren chat been so leudly bent.

HOLBINOL'S EMBLEM.

O Dea certe!

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THE SHEPHERD'S CALENDAR.

MAY.

ÆGLOGA QUINTA.

The Argument. Palindore, inviting Piers to join with the youths and shepherds in mirth, and the pleasures of the

season, and in celebrating the festival of May, is reprov'd by him, and told that a life of vanity and luxury, while their docks are neglected, does not become good Mepherds. Piers describes the Pastoral life, at first fimple and frugal, without wealth, yet free from want and from vice, but corrupted afterwards by licentiousness, and by the ambition of power and command, which expos’d both the shepherds and their flocks to be destroy'd by the wolves. And, to faew how dangerons it is to have any communication with bad company, he relates a fable of the Kid

and her Dam. This Æglogue is purely allegorical, and seems to be defign’d as a moral lesson on the life of Christians,

and particularly of the clergy, and on the difference between those of the Reform'd and those of the Romish persuasion; as appears further by a passage in the seventh Æglogue, in which Palinode is again mentioned as giving an account of the lordly lives of the shepherds at Rome.

PALINODE. PIERS.

PALINODE.

And home they hasten the posts to dight, Is not this the merry month of May,

And all the kirk-pillars e'er day-light, When love-lads masken in fresh array ?

With hawthorn buds and sweet eglantine, How falls it, then, we no merrier been,

And girdlonds of roses, and sops in wine. Ylike as others, girt in gawdy green?

Such merry-make holy saints doch queam, Our blonket leveries been all too fad

But we here fitten as drown'd in a dream. For thilk fame season, when all is yclad

PIERS. For yonkers, Palinode, fuch follics fit,
With pleasance; the ground with grass, the woods But we tway been men of elder wit.
With green leaves, the bushes with blossoming PAL. Siker this morrow, no longer ago,
buds,

I saw a shole of Shepherds out-go,
Youth's folk now flocken in every where, With singing aud shouting, and jolly chear ;
To gather May-bulkets and smelling breere,

Before them yode a lufty tabrere,

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That to the many a horn-pipe plaid,

For if he millive in lewdness and lust, Whereto they dauncen each one with his maid. Little boots all the wealth and the trust To see these folks make such jouisaunce,

That his father left by inheritance ; Made my heart after the pipe to daunce :

All will be soon wasted with misgovernanc Tho to the green wood thy speeden them all, But through this, and other their misercance, To fetchen homé May with their musical; They maken many a wrong chevisance, And home they bringen in a royal throge, Heaping up waves of wealth and woe, Crowned as a king; and his queen attone

The floods whereof shall them overflow. Was Lady Flora, on whom did attend

Sike mens folly I cannot compare A fair flock of fairies, and a fresh bend

Berter then to the ape's foolith care, Of lovely nymphs. (O that I were there, That is so enamoured of her young one, To helpen the ladies their May-bush bear!) (And yet, God wote, such cause has she none) Ah! Piers, been not thy teeth on edge, to think That with her hard hold and Iraight embracing, How great sport thy ginen with little swink? She stoppeth the breath of her youngling. PIERS. Perdy, so far am I from envy,

So oftentimes, whenas good is ment, That their fondness inly I pity :

Evil ensueth of wrong intent. Those faitours lictle regarden their charge,

The time was once, and may again retorn,
While they, letting their sheep run at large, (For ought may happen that hath been befurn)
Passen their time, that should be sparely spent, When shepherds had none inheritance,
In lustihed and wanton meriment.

Ne of land nor fcc in fufferance,
Thilk same been shepherds for the devel's sted, But what might arise of the bare sheep,
That playen while their flocks be unfed :

(Were it more or less) which they did keep, Well it is seen their sheep be not their own, Well I wis was it with thepherds tho, That letten them run at random alone :

Nought having nought feared they to forgo, But they been hired for little pay,

For Pan himself was their inheritance, of other that caren as little as they

And little them ferved for their maintenance. What fallen the flock, so they han the fleece, The shepherd's God so weli them guided, And get all the gain, paying but a piece.

That of nought they were unprovided; muse what account both these will make, Butter enough, honey, milk, and whey, The one for the hire which he doth take,

And their flocks' fleeces them to array, And th' other for leaving his Lord's talk, But tract of time, and long prosperity, When great Pan accounted of thepherds shall (That nource of vice, this of infolency) ask.

Lulled the shepherds in such security, PAL. Siker now I see thou speakest of spight, That not content with loyal obeysance, All for thou lackest some dele cheir delight. Some gan to gape for greedy governance, I (as I am) had rather be envied,

And match themselves with mighty potentates, All were it of my foe, that fonly pitied;

Lovers of lordships, and troublers of states, And yet, if need were, pitied would be,

Tho'yan shepherds swains to look aloft, Rather then other should scorn at me;

And leave to live hard, and learn to lig soft : For pitied is milhap that has remedy,

Tho under colour of shepherds, somie-while But scorned been deeds of fond foolery.

There crept in wolves, fall of fraud and guile, What shoulden shepherds other things tend, That often devoured their own thecp, Than fith their God his good does them send, And often shephe:d that did 'em keep; Reapen the fruit thereof, that is pleasure.

This was che first fourse of shepherd's forrow, The while thcy here liven at ease and leisure ? That now nill be quit with bale nor horrow. For when they been dead their good is ygo,

PAL. Three things to hear been very burdenons, They sleepen in rest, well as other moe :

But the fourth to forbear is outragcous: Tho with them wends what they spent in cost, Women that of love's longing once luft, But what they left behind them is loft.

Hardly forbearen, but have it they must : Good is no good but if it be spend;

So when the cholar is enflamed with rage,
God giveth good for none other end.

Wanting revenge is hard to affwage :
PIERS. Ah! Palinode, thou art a world's child : And who can counich a thirty soul,
Who touches pitch, mote needs be defild, With patience to forbear the offer'd boul?
But shepherds (as Algrind used to say)

But of all burdens that a man can hear,
Mought not live like as men of the lay.

Most is a fool's talk to bear and to her. With them it fits to care for their heir,

I ween the giant has not such a weight, Enaunter their heritage do impair :

That bears on his thoulders the heaven's height. They must provide for means of maintenance, Thou findest fault where nys to be found, And to continue their wont countenance : And buildeft strong wark upon a weak ground : But shepherd must walk another way,

Thou railelt on right without reason, Sike worldly sovenance he must for-say.

And blamot 'em much for small encheason, The son of his loins why should he regard, How wolden shepherds live if not so? To leave enriched with that he hath ipar'd ? What, should they pinen in pain and woe? Should not thilk God that gave him that good Nay, lay I thereto, by my dear borrow, Eke cherish his child, if in his ways he stood ? JE I may reft, I nill live in furrow,

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