COLIN CLOUT.
A shepheard's boy, (no better do him call,)
When winter's wasteful spite was almost spent,
All in a sunshine day, as did befall,
Led forth his flock, that had been long ypent:
So faint they wox, and feeble in the fold,
That now unnethes their feet could them uphold.
All as the sheep, such was the shepheard's look,
For pale and wan he was, (alas the while!)