IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downe
From heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,
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Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
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June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute. HOBBINOL.
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August: Ęgloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie. Willye.
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December: Ęgloga Duodecima. He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe,
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March: Ęgloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin. Willye.
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WEake is th'assurance that weake flesh reposeth, In her owne powre and scorneth others ayde:
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FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure, The neast of loue, the lodging of delight:
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Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart, giuen so goodly giftes of beauties grace?
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Februarie: Ęgloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT. CVDDIE.
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LEt not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre breake out, that may her sacred peace molest:
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THe souerayne beauty which I doo admyre, witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed:
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MOst happy letters fram'd by skilfull trade, with which that happy name was first defynd:
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Januarie: Ęgloga Prime. Colin Cloute. A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)
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November: Ęgloga vndecima. Thenot & Colin. Thenot.
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THis holy season fit to fast and pray, Men to deuotion ought to be inclynd:
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AFter long stormes and tempests sad assay, Which hardly I endured heretofore:
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LEaue lady, in your glasse of christall clene, Your goodly selfe for euermore to vew:
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September: Ęgloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie. Hobbinol.
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THey that in course of heauenly spheares are skild, To euery planet point his sundry yeare:
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FResh spring the herald of loues mighty king, In whose cote armour richly are displayd,
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MY hungry eyes through greedy couetize, still to behold the obiect of their paine:
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GReat wrong I doe, I can it not deny, to that most sacred Empresse my dear dred,
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TEll me when shall these wearie woes haue end, Or shall their ruthlesse torment neuer cease:
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May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.
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OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits
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The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat, the hardest yron soone doth mollify:
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July: Ęgloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell. Thomalin.
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WHen I behold that beauties wonderment, And rare perfection of each goodly part;
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IN youth before I waxed old. The blynd boy Venus baby,
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