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Which to thee flocke, to heare thy lovely layes ;
Right happy thou, that mayst them freely see :
Not I so happy, answerd then that swaine,
As thou unhappy, which them thence didst chace,
For being gone, none can them bring in place,
Right sory I, (saide then Sir Calidore,)
But since things passed none may now restore,
Tho gan that shepheard thus for to dilate ;
Then wote thou shepheard, whatsoever thou bee,
Her to adorne, when so she forth doth wend :
They are the daughters of sky-ruling Jove,
Next faire Aglaia, last Thalia merry :
These three on men all gracious gifts bestow, xxiii
Therefore they alwaies smoothly seeme to smile, xxiv
That we likewise should mylde and gentle be,
But one still towards shew'd her selfe afore ; · That good should from us goe, then come in greater store.
Such were those Goddesses, which ye did see; XXV we But that fourth Mayd, which there amidst them traced, le Who can aread, what creature mote she bee,
Whether a creature, or a goddesse graced
Yet was she certes but a countrey lasse,
So farre as doth the daughter of the day,
All other lesser lights in light excell,
Doth she exceede the rest of all her race,
Have for more honor brought her to this place,
Excelling much the meane of her degree ;
But quite are dimmed, when she is in place.
Sunne of the world, great glory of the sky,
That all the earth doest lighten with thy rayes,
That when thy glory shall be farre displayd
The Masque of the Seasons and Months
Book VII, Canto VII, xxviii-xliii
A guilt engraven morion he did weare ;
Then came the jolly Sommer, being dight
xxix In a thin silken cassock coloured greene, That was unlyned all, to be more light : And on his head a girlond well beseene He wore, from which as he had chauffed been The sweat did drop; and in his hand he bore A boawe and shaftes, as he in forrest greene
Had hunted late the Libbard or the Bore, And now would bathe his limbes, with labor heated sore.
Then came the Autumne all in yellow clad,
As though he joyed in his plentious store,
And in his hand a sickle he did holde,
Lastly, came Winter cloathed all in frize,.
Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill,
For, he was faint with cold, and weak with eld;
These, marching softly, thus in order went,
xxxii And after them, the Monthes all riding came; First, sturdy March with brows full sternly bent, And armed strongly, rode upon a Ram, The same which over Hellespontus swam : Yet in his hand a spade he also hent,
And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame, Which on the earth he strowed as he went, And fild her womb with fruitfull hope of nourishment.
Next came fresh Aprill full of lustyhed,
xxxiii And wanton as a kid whose horne new buds : Upon a Bull he rode, the same which led Europa floting through th’Argolick fluds : His hornes were gilden all with golden studs And garnished with garlonds goodly dight Of all the fairest flowres and freshest buds
Which th’earth brings forth, and wet he seem'd in sight With waves, through which he waded for his loves delight.
Then came faire May, the fayrest mayd on ground, xxxiv
Deckt all with dainties of her seasons pryde,
And leapt and daunc't as they had ravisht beene !
And after her, came jolly June, arrayd
All in greene leaves, as he a Player were ;
That by his plough-yrons mote right well appeare :
Bending their force contrary to their face,
Then came hot July boyling like to fire,
That all his garments he had cast away :