The Shepheardes Calender: May Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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May AEgloga Quinta Palinode PiersA
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PalinodeB
IS not thilke the mery moneth of MayC
When loue lads masken in fresh arayD
How falles it then we no merrier beneE
Ylike as others girt in gawdy greeneF
Our bloncket liueryes bene all to saddeB
For thilke same season when all is ycladdB
With pleasaunce the grownd with grasse the WodsA
With greene leaues the bushes with bloosming BudsA
Yougthes folke now flocken in euery whereD
To gather may bus kets and smelling brereD
And home they hasten the postes to dightB
And all the Kirke pillours eare day lightB
With Hawthorne buds and swete EglantineG
And girlonds of roses and Sopps in wineG
Such merimake holy Saints doth quemeC
But we here sytten as drownd in a dremeC
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PIERSA
For Younkers Palinode such follies fitteB
But we tway bene men of elder wittB
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PALINODEB
Sicker this morrowe ne lenger agoeH
I sawe a shole of shepeheardes outgoeH
With singing and shouting and iolly chereD
Before them yode a lusty TabrereD
That to the many a Horne pype playdB
Whereto they dauncen eche one with his maydB
To see those folkes make such iouysaunceA
Made my heart after the pype to daunceA
Tho to the greene Wood they speeden hem allI
To fetchen home May with their musicallI
And home they bringen in a royall throneJ
Crowned as king and his Queene attoneJ
Was Lady Flora on whom did attendB
A fayre flock of Faeries and a fresh bendB
Of louely Nymphes O that I were thereD
To helpen the Ladyes their Maybush beareD
Ah Piers bene not thy teeth on edge to thinkeH
How great sport they gaynen with little swinckH
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PIERSA
Perdie so farre am I from enuieJ
That their fondnesse inly I pitieB
Those faytours little regarden their chargeK
While they letting their sheepe runne at largeK
Passen their time that should be sparely spentB
In lustihede and wanton merymentB
Thilke same bene shepeheards for the Deuils steddeB
That playen while their flockes be vnfeddeB
Well is it seene theyr sheepe bene not their owneJ
That letten them runne at randon aloneJ
But they bene hyred for little payC
Of other that caren as little as theyC
What fallen the flocke so they han the fleeceA
And get all the gayne paying but a peeceA
I muse what account both these will makeH
The one for the hire which he doth takeH
And thother for leauing his Lords tas keH
When great Pan account of shepeherdes shall askeH
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PALINODEB
Sicker now I see thou speakest of spightB
All for thou lackest somedele their delightB
I as I am had rather be enuiedB
All were it of my foe then fonly pitiedB
And yet if neede were pitied would beL
Rather then other should scorne at meL
For pittied is mishappe that nas remedieB
But scorned bene dedes of fond foolerieD
What shoulden shepheards other things tendB
Then sith their God his good does them sendB
Reapen the fruite thereof that is pleasureD
The while they here liuen at ease and leasureD
For when they bene dead their good is ygoeH
They sleepen in rest well as other moeC
Tho with them wends what they spent in costB
But what they left behind them is lostB
Good is no good but if it be spendB
God giueth good for none other endB
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PIERSA
Ah Palinodie thou art a worldes childeB
Who touches Pitch mought needes be defildeB
But shepheards as Algrind vsed to sayA
Mought not liue ylike as men of the layeA
With them it sits to care for their heireD
Enaunter their heritage doe impaireD
They must prouide for meanes of maintenaunceA
And to continue their wont countenaunceA
But shepheard must walke another wayA
Sike worldly souenance he must foresayA
The sonne of his loines why should he regardB
To leaue enriched with that he hath spardB
Should not thilke God that gaue him that goodB
Eke cherish his child if in his wayes he stoodB
For if he misliue in leudnes and lustB
Little bootes all the welth and the trustB
That his father left by inheritaunceA
All will be soone wasted with misgouernaunceA
But through this and other their miscreaunceA
They maken many a wrong cheuisaunceA
Heaping vp waues of welth and woeC
The floddes whereof shall them ouerfloweC
Sike mens follie I cannot compareD
Better then to the Apes folish careD
That is so enamoured of her young oneJ
And yet God wote such cause hath she noneJ
That with her hard hold and straight embracingH
She stoppeth the breath of her younglingH
So often times when as good is meantB
Euil ensueth of wrong ententB
The time was once and may againe retorneJ
For ought may happen that hath bene beforneJ
When shepeheards had none inheritaunceA
Ne of land nor fee in sufferaunceA
But what might arise of the bare sheepeC
Were it more or lesse which they did keepeC
Well ywis was it with shepheards thoeC
Nought hauing nought feared they to forgoeH
For Pan himselfe was their inheritaunceA
And little them serued for their mayntenaunceA
The shepheards God so wel them guidedB
That of nought they were vnprouidedB
Butter enough honye milke and whayC
And their flockes fleeces them to arayeA
But tract of time and long prosperitieB
That nource of vice this of insolencieA
Lulled the shepheards in suc securitieB
That not content with loyal obeysaunceA
Some gan to gape for greedie gouernaunceA
And match them selfe with mighty potentatesA
Louers of Lordship and troublers of statesA
Tho gan shepheards swaines to looke a loftB
And leaue to liue hard and learne to ligge softB
Tho vnder colour of shepeheards somewhileI
There crept in Wolues ful of fraude and guileI
That often deuoured their owne sheepeC
And often the shepheards that did hem keepeC
This was the first sourse of shepheards soroweC
That now nill be quitt with baile nor borroweC
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PALINODEB
Three things to beare bene very burdenousA
But the fourth to forbeare is outragiousA
Wemen that of Loues longing once lustB
Hardly forbearen but haue it they mustB
So when choler is inflamed with rageM
Wanting reuenge is hard to asswageM
And who can counsell a thristie souleI
With patience to forbeare the offred bowleI
But of all burdens that a man can beareD
Moste is a fooles talke to beare and to heareD
I wene the Geaunt has not such a weightB
That beares on his shoulders the heauens heightB
Thou findest faulte where nys to be foundB
And buildest strong warke vpon a weake groundB
Thou raylest on right withouten reasonJ
And blamest hem much for small encheasonJ
How shoulden shepheardes liue if not soA
What should they pynen in payne and woeA
Nay sayd I thereto by my deare borroweA
If I may rest I nill liue in sorroweA
Sorrowe ne neede be hastened onJ
For he will come without calling anoneJ
While times enduren of tranqullitieB
Vsen we freely our felicitieB
For when approchen the stormie stowresA
We mought with our shoulders beare of the sharpe showresA
And sooth to sayne nought seemeth sike strifeN
That shepheardes so witen ech others lifeN
And layen her faults the world beforneJ
The while their foes done eache of hem scorneJ
Let none mislike of that may not be mendedB
So conteck soone by concord mought be endedB
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PIERSA
Shepheard I list none accordaunce makeH
With shepheard that does the right way forsakeH
And of the twaine if choice were to meL
Had leuer my foe then my freend he beL
For what concord han light and darke samC
Or what peace has the Lion with the LambeC
Such faitors when their false harts bene hiddeB
Will doe as did the Foxe by the KiddeB
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PALINODEB
Now Piers of felowship tell vs that sayingH
For the Ladde can keepe both our flocks from strayingH
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PIERSA
THilke same Kidde as I can well deuiseA
Was too very foolish and vnwiseA
For on a tyme in Sommer seasonJ
The Gate her dame that had good reasonJ
Yode forth abroade vnto the greene woodB
To brouze or play or what shee thought goodB
But for she had a motherly careD
Of her young sonne and wit to bewareD
Shee set her youngling before her kneeL
That was both fresh and louely tL

Edmund Spenser



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