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December gloga Duodecima	A
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He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe	B
All in the shadowe of a bushy brere	C
That Colin hight which wel could pype and singe	B
For he of Tityrus his songs did lere	C
There as he satte in secreate shade alone	D
Thus gan he make of loue his piteous mone	D
O soueraigne Pan thou God of shepheards all	E
Which of our tender Lambkins takest keepe	F
And when our flocks into mischaunce mought fall	E
Doest save from mischeife the vnwary sheepe	F
Als of their maisters hast no lesse regarde	G
Then of the flocks which thou doest watch and ward	G
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I thee beseche so be thou deigne to heare	C
Rude ditties tund to shepheards Oaten reede	G
Or if I euer sonet song so cleare	C
As it with pleasaunce mought thy fancie feede	G
Hearken awhile from thy greene cabinet	G
The rurall song of carefull Colinet	G
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Whilome in youth when flowrd my ioyfull spring	H
Like Swallow swift I wandred here and there	C
For heate of heedlesse lust me so did sting	H
That I of doubted daunger had no feare	C
I went the wastefull woodes and forest wyde	G
Withouten dreade of Wolues to bene espyed	G
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I wont to raunge amydde the mazie thickette	G
And gather nuttes to make me Christmas game	A
And ioyed oft to chace the trembling Pricket	G
Or hunt the hartlesse hare til shee were tame	A
What wreaked I of wintrye ages waste	G
Tho deemed I my spring would euer laste	G
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How often haue I scaled the craggie Oke	H
All to dislodge the Rauen of her neste	G
Howe haue I wearied with many a stroke	H
The stately Walnut tree the while the rest	G
Vnder the tree fell all for nuts at strife	I
For ylike to me was libertee and lyfe	I
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And for I was in thilke same looser yeares	J
Whether the Muse so wrought me from my birth	K
Or I tomuch beleeued my shepherd peres	J
Somedele ybent to song and musicks mirth	K
A good olde shephearde Wrenock was his name	A
Made me by arte more cunning in the same	A
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Fro thence I durst in derring doe compare	C
With shepheards swayne what euer fedde in field	G
And if that Hobbinol right iudgement bare	C
To Pan his owne selfe pype I neede not yield	G
For if the flocking Nymphes did folow Pan	L
The wiser Muses after Colin ranne	L
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But ah such pryde at length was ill repayde	G
The shepheards God perdie God was he none	L
My hurtlesse pleasaunce did me ill vpbraide	G
My freedome lorne my life he lefte to mone	L
Loue they him called that gaue me checkmate	G
But better mought they haue behote him Hate	G
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Tho gan my louely Spring bid me farewel	E
And Sommer season sped him to display	E
For loue then in the Lyons house did dwell	E
The raging fyre that kindled at his ray	E
A comett stird vp that vnkindly heate	G
That reigned as men sayd in Venus seate	G
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Forth was I ledde not as I wont afore	E
When choise I had to choose my wandring waye	E
But whether luck and loues vnbridled lore	E
Would leade me forth on Fancies bitte to playe	E
The bush my bedde the bramble was my bowre	E
The Woodes can witnesse many a wofull stowre	E
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Where I was wont to seeke the honey Bee	M
Working her formall rowmes in Wexen frame	A
The grieslie Todestool growne there mought I se	J
And loathed Paddocks lording on the same	A
And where the chaunting birds luld me a sleepe	F
The ghastlie Owle her grieuous ynne doth keepe	F
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Then as the springe giues place to elder time	A
And bringeth forth the fruite of sommers pryde	G
Also my age now passed yougthly pryme	A
To thinges of ryper reason selfe applyed	G
And learnd of lighter timber cotes to frame	A
Such as might saue my sheepe and me fro shame	A
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To make fine cages for the Nightingale	E
And Baskets of bulrushes was my wont	G
Who to entrappe the fish in winding sale	E
Was better seene or hurtful beastes to hont	G
I learned als the signes of heauen to ken	L
How Phoebe sayles where Venus sittes and when	L
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And tryed time yet taught me greater thinges	J
The sodain rysing of the raging seas	J
The soothe of byrds by beating of their wings	J
The power of herbs both which can hurt and ease	J
And which be wont tenrage the restlesse sheepe	F
And which be wont to worke eternall sleepe	F
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But ah vnwise and witlesse Colin cloute	G
That kydst the hidden kinds of many a wede	G
Yet kydst not ene to cure thy sore hart roote	G
Whose ranckling wound as yet does rifely bleede	G
Why liuest thou stil and yet hast thy deathes wound	G
Why dyest thou stil and yet aliue art founde	G
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Thus is my sommer worne away and wasted	G
Thus is my haruest hastened all to rathe	N
The eare that budded faire is burnt blasted	G
And all my hoped gaine is turned to scathe	N
Of all the seede that in my youth was sowne	L
Was nought but brakes and brambles to be mowne	L
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My boughes with bloosmes that crowned were at firste	G
And promised of timely fruite such store	E
Are left both bare and barrein now at erst	G
The flattring fruite is fallen to grownd before	E
And rotted ere they were halfe mellow ripe	F
My haruest wast my hope away dyd wipe	F
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The fragrant flowres that in my garden grewe	O
Bene withered as they had bene gathered long	H
Theyr rootes bene dryed vp for lacke of dewe	O
Yet dewed with teares they han be euer among	H
Ah who has wrought my Ro s alind this spight	G
To spil the flowres that should her girlond dight	G
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And I that whilome wont to frame my pype	F
Vnto the shifting of the shepheards foote	G
Sike follies nowe haue gathered as too ripe	F
And cast hem out as rotten an vnsoote	G
The loser Lasse I cast to please nomore	E
One if I please enough is me therefore	E
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And thus of all my haruest hope I haue	P
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care	E
Which when I thought haue thresht in swelling sheaue	Q
Cockel for corne and chaffe for barley bare	E
Soone as the chaffe should in the fan be fynd	G
All was blowne away of the wauering wynd	G
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So now my yeare drawes to his latter terme	A
My spring is spent my sommer burnt vp quite	G
My harueste hasts to stirre vp winter sterne	L
And bids him clayme with rigorous rage hys right	G
So nowe he stormes with many a sturdy stoure	E
So now his blustring blast eche coste doth scoure	E
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The carefull cold hath nypt my rugged rynde	G
And in my face deepe furrowes eld hath pight	G
My head besprent with hoary frost I fynd	G
And by myne eie the Crow his clawe dooth wright	G
Delight is layd abedde and pleasure past	G
No sonne now shines cloudes han all ouercast	G
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Now leaue ye shepheards boyes yo u r merry glee	M
My Muse is hoarse and weary of thys stounde	G
Here will I hang my pype vpon this tree	M
Was neuer pype of reede did better sounde	G
Winter is come that blowes the bitter blaste	G
And after Winter dreerie death does hast	G
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Gather ye together my little flocke	H
My little flock that was to me so liefe	I
Let me ah lette me in your folds ye lock	H
Ere the breme Winter breede you greater griefe	I
Winter is come that blowes the balefull breath	N
And after Winter commeth timely death	N
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Adieu delightes that lulled me asleepe	F
Adieu my deare whose loue I bought so deare	M
Adieu my little Lambes and loued sheepe	F
Adieu ye Woodes that oft my witnesse were	M
Adieu good Hobbinol that was so true	M
Tell Rosalind her Colin bids her adieu	M
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Colins Embleme	A
Vivitur ingenio caetera mortis erunt	M

Edmund Spenser

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