January. Colin, forlorn and rejected by his beloved Rosalind, compares his mood with the wintry landscape:
Thou barrein ground, whome winters wrath hath wasted,Art made a mirror to behold my plight:Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd, and after hastedThy summer proud with daffadillies dight,And now is come thy winters stormy state,Thy mantle marred wherein thou maskedst late.
At the end of this poem, Colin breaks his shepherd’s pipes and resolves to write no more poetry.
February. An impudent young shepherd, Cuddie, complains of the wintry blasts to the elderly Thenot, and he scorns the old man’s philosophical view that one must learn to endure the long succession of misfortunes that this world brings and be concerned only with the safety of the flock. Tired of Cuddie’s rudeness, Thenot tells the fable of an old oak and a proud briar bush. The briar persuades a farmer to cut down the tree to show off its own beauty. All is well until winter comes; the briar then dies without the protection of the oak against wind and frost. Cuddie is unmoved by this parable of youth and age and breaks it off abruptly.
March. Two young shepherds welcome spring as a time for love. They describe Thomalin’s encounter with Cupid. Thomalin tells a friend how, while he was hunting on one shepherds’ holiday, he heard a rustling in the bushes:
With that sprung forth a naked swainWith spotted wings like peacock’s train,And laughing lope to a tree,His gylden quiver at his back,And silver bow, which was but slack,Which lightly he bent at me.
April. Thenot finds Hobbinol grieving over the sorrows of his friend Colin Clout and mourning that Colin’s unrequited love deprived all the shepherds of his poems. Thenot asks Hobbinol to recite one of Colin’s verses to while away the hours as their flocks graze, and he complies with an ode on “Fair Elisa, queen of shepherds all.” Colin calls upon the muses, the graces, the sun, and the moon as he begins his praise of the daughter of Pan, the shepherds’ god, and Syrinx. Then Colin describes Elisa’s beauty:
See, where she sits upon the grassie green, (O seemly sight!)Yclad in scarlet, like a maiden queen And ermines white.Upon her head a cremosin coronet,With damask leaves and daffadillies...
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