In his strong hand their rugged teats to hold,
And out of them to presse the milke: loue so much could.
Which seeing Coridon, who her likewise xxxviii
Long time had lou’d, and hop’d her loue to gaine,
He much was troubled at that straungers guize,
And many gealous thoughts conceiu’d in vaine,
That this of all his labour and long paine
Should reap the haruest, ere it ripened were,
That made him scoule, and pout, and oft complaine
Of Pastorell to all the shepheards there,