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The Shepheardes Calender: July Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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July gloga Septima Thomalin Morrell	B
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Thomalin	C
IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde	D
that sittes on yonder bancke	E
Whose straying heard them selfe doth shrowde	D
emong the bushes rancke	E
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Morrell	B
What ho thou iollye shepheards swayne	C
come vp the hill to me	F
Better is then the lowly playne	C
als for thy flocke and thee	F
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Thomalin	C
Ah God shield man that I should clime	F
and learne to looke alofte	D
This reede is ryfe that oftentime	F
great clymbers fall vnsoft	D
In humble dales is footing fast	D
the trode is not so tickle	G
And though one fall through heedlesse hast	D
yet is his misse not mickle	G
And now the Sonne hath reared vp	H
his fyriefooted teme	F
Making his way betweene the Cuppe	H
and golden Diademe	F
The rampant Lyon hunts he fast	D
with Dogge of noysome breath	I
Whose balefull barking bringes in hast	D
pyne plagues and dreery death	I
Agaynst his cruell scortching heate	D
where hast thou couerture	J
The wastefull hylls vnto his threate	D
is a playne ouerture	J
But if thee lust to holden chat	D
with seely shepherds swayne	C
Come downe and learne the little what	D
that Thomalin can sayne	C
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Morrell	B
Syker thous but a laesie loord	D
and rekes much of thy swinck	E
That with fond termes and weetlesse words	K
to blere myne eyes doest thinke	E
In euill houre thou hentest in hond	D
thus holy hylles to blame	F
For sacred vnto saints they stond	D
and of them han theyr name	F
S Michels mount who does not know	C
that wardes the Westerne coste	D
And of S Brigets bowre I trow	C
all Kent can rightly boaste	D
And they that con of Muses skill	L
sayne most what that they dwell	B
As goteheards wont vpon a hill	L
beside a learned well	B
And wonned not the great god Pan	C
vpon mount Oliuet	D
Feeding the blessed flocke of Dan	C
which dyd himselfe beget	D
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Thomalin	C
O blessed sheepe O shepheard great	D
that bought his flocke so deare	C
And them did saue with bloudy sweat	D
from Wolues that would them teare	C
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Morrel	B
Besyde as holy fathers sayne	C
there is a hyllye place	M
Where Titan ryseth from the mayne	C
to renne hys dayly race	M
Vpon whose toppe the starres bene stayed	D
and all the skie doth leane	C
There is the caue where Phebe layed	D
The shepheard long to dreame	F
Whilome there vsed shepheards all	B
to feede theyr flocks at will	B
Till by his foly one did fall	B
that all the rest did spill	B
And sithens shepheardes bene foresayd	D
from places of delight	D
For thy I weene thou be affrayed	D
to clime this hilles height	D
Of Synah can I tell thee more	C
and of our Ladyes bowre	C
But little needes to strow my store	C
suffice this hill of our	C
Here han the holy Faunes resourse	M
and Syluanes haunten rathe	N
Here has the salt Medway his sourse	M
wherein the Nymphes doe bathe	N
The salt Medway that trickling stremis	M
adowne the dales of Kent	D
Till with his elder brother Themis	M
his brackish waues be meynt	D
Here growes Melampode euery where	C
and Terebinth good for Gotes	M
The one my madding kiddes to smere	C
the next to heale theyr throtes	M
Hereto the hills bene nigher heuen	C
and thence the passage ethe	N
As well can proue the piercing levin	C
that seeldome falls bynethe	N
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Thomalin	C
Syker thou speakes lyke a lewde lorrell	B
of Heauen to demen so	M
How be I am but rude and borrell	B
yet nearer wayes I knowe	O
To Kerke the narre from God more farre	C
has bene an old sayd sawe	O
And he that striues to touch the starres	M
oft stombles at a strawe	O
Alsoone may shepheard clymbe to skye	P
that leades in lowly dales	M
As Goteherd prowd that sitting hye	P
vpon the Mountaine sayles	M
My seely sheepe like well belowe	O
they neede not Melampode	D
For they bene hale enough I trowe	O
and liken theyr abode	D
But if they with thy Gotes should yede	D
they soone myght be corrupted	D
Or like not of the frowie fede	D
or with the weedes be glutted	D
The hylls where dwelled holy saints	M
I reuerence and adore	C
Not for themselfe but for the sayncts	M
which han be dead of yore	C
And nowe they bene to heauen forewent	D
theyr good is with them goe	M
Theyr sample onely to vs lent	D
that als we mought doe soe	M
Shepheards they weren of the best	D
and liued in lowly leas	M
And sith theyr soules bene now at rest	D
why done we them disease	M
Such one he was as I haue heard	D
old Algrind often sayne	C
That whilome was the first shepheard	D
and liued with little gayne	C
As meeke he was as meeke mought be	F
simple as simple sheepe	H
Humble and like in eche degree	F
the flocke which he did keepe	H
Often he vsed of hys keepe	H
a sacrifice to bring	E
Nowe with a Kidde now with a sheepe	H
The Altars hallowing	E
So lowted he vnto hys Lord	D
such fauour couth he fynd	D
That sithens neuer was abhord	D
the simple shepheards kynd	D
And such I weene the brethren were	C
that came from Canaan	C
The brethren twelue that kept yfere	C
The flockes of mighty Pan	C
But nothing such thilke shephearde was	M
whom Ida hyll dyd beare	C
That left hys flocke to fetch a lasse	M
whose loue he bought to deare	C
For he was proude that ill was payd	D
no such mought shepheards bee	F
And with lewde lust was ouerlayd	D
tway things doen ill agree	F
But shepheard mought be meeke and mylde	D
well eyed as Argus was	M
With fleshly follyes vndefyled	D
and stoute as steede of brasse	M
Sike one sayd Algrin Moses was	M
that sawe hys makers face	M
His face more cleare then Christall glasse	M
and spake to him in place	M
This had a brother his name I knewe	O
the first of all his cote	D
A shepheard trewe yet not so true	C
as he that earst I hote	D
Whilome all these were lowe and lief	Q
and loued their flocks to feede	D
They neuer strouen to be chiefe	Q
and simple was theyr weede	D
But now thanked be God therefore	C
the world is well amend	D
Their weedes bene not so nighly wore	C
such simplesse mought them shend	D
They bene yclad in purple and pall	B
so hath theyr god them blist	D
They reigne and rulen ouer all	B
and lord it as they list	D
Ygyrt with belts of glitterand gold	D
mought they good sheepeheards bene	C
Theyr Pan theyr sheepe to them has sold	D
I saye as some haue seene	C
For Palinode if thou him ken	C
yode late on Pilgrimage	R
To Rome if such be Rome and then	C
he sawe thilke misusage	R
For shepeheards sayd he there doen leade	D
As Lordes done other where	C
Theyr sheepe han crustes and they the bread	D
the chippes and they the chere	C
They han the fleece and eke the flesh	S
O seely sheepe the while	B
The corn is theyrs let other thresh	S
their hands they may not file	B
They han great stores and thriftye stockes	M
great freendes and feeble foes	M
What neede hem caren for their flocks	M
theyr boyes can looke to those	M
These wisardsweltre in welths waues	M
pampred in pleasures deepe	H
They han fatte kernes and leany knaues	M
their fasting flockes to keepe	H
Sike mister men bene all misgone	C
they heapen hylles of wrath	N
Sike syrly shepheards han we none	C
they keepen all the path	N
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Morell	B
Here is a great deale of good matter	C
lost for lacke of telling	E
Now sicker I see thou doest but clatter	C
harme may come of melling	E
Thou medlest more then shall haue thanke	E
to wyten shepheards welth	N
When folke bene fat and riches rancke	E
it is a signe of helth	N
But say to me what is Algrin he	F
that is so oft bynempt	D
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Thomalin	C
He is a shepheard great in gree	C
but hath bene long ypent	D
One daye he sat vpon a hyll	B
as now thou wouldest me	F
But I am tought by Algrins ill	B
To loue the lowe degree	F
For sitting so with bared scalpe	H
an Eagle sored hye	P
That weening hys whyte head was chalke	E
A shell fish downe let flye	P
Shee weend the shell fish to haue broake	E
but therewith bruzd his brayne	C
So now astonied with the stroke	E
he lyes in ling	E