And all the day on hill or plaine, He merrie chat can hold ; "And with the sun doth folde againe ; Then jogging home betime, He turnes a crab, or turnes a round, Or sings some merry ryme. "Nor lacks he gleefull tales, whilst round The nut-brown bowl doth trot; 165 170 "Or stormes by seas, or stirres on land, Or cracke of credit lost: 180 Not spending franklier than his flocke Shall still defray the cost. "Well wot I, sooth they say, that say More quiet nights and daies The shepheard sleeps and wakes, than he Whose cattel he doth graize. V. 169, i. e. roasts a crab, or apple. round the bole doth trot. ed. 1597. 185 V. 171, to tell, whilst How faire she was, and who she was. "She bore, quoth he, the bell 200 "For beautie: though I clownish am, I know what beautie is; Or did I not, at seeing thee, "Her stature comely, tall; her gate Well graced; and her wit To marvell at, not meddle with, As matchless I omit. "A globe-like head, a gold-like haire, A forehead smooth, and hie, 205 210 An even nose; on either side Did shine a grayish eie: "Two rosie cheeks, round ruddy lips, White just-set teeth within; A mouth in meane; and underneathe A round and dimpled chin. "Her snowie necke, with blewish veines, Stood bolt upright upon 215 Her portly shoulders: beating balles Her veined breasts, anon 220 "Adde more to beautie. Wand-like was Her middle falling still, And rising whereas women rise: *** -Imagine nothing ill. "And more, her long, and limber armes 225 And slender fingers aunswere to Had white and azure wrists; Her smooth and lillie fists. "A legge in print, a pretie foot; Conjecture of the rest : For amorous eies, observing forme, Think parts obscured best. "With these, O raretie! with these Her tong of speech was spare; 230 Were chearefull unto all: Even such as neither wanton seeme, Nor waiward; mell, nor gall. "A quiet minde, a patient moode, And not disdaining any; Not gybing, gadding, gawdy: and 245 "A nimph, no tong, no heart, no eie, Might praise, might wish, might see; 250 For life, for love, for forme; more good, "Yea such an one, as such was none, Save only she was such: Of Argentile to say the most, Were to be silent much.' " I knew the lady very well, 255 The neatresse said: and muse I do, A shepheard thus should blaze The coate' of beautie1. Credit me, Thy latter speech bewraies 260 Thy clownish shape a coined shew. But wherefore dost thou weepe? The shepheard wept, and she was woe, 265 "In troth, quoth he, I am not such, “But now-what now ?—deare heart, how now? What ailest thou to weepe?" The damsell wept, and he was woe, And both did silence keepe. 280 1 i. e. emblazon beauty's coat. Ed. 1597, 1602, 1612, read coote. |