In favour this same Shepheard Swaine
Was like the Bedlam Tamerlaine,
That kept proud Kings in awe.
But meek he was as meek mought be,
Yea like the gentle Abell, he
Whom his lewd brother slew.
9.
This Shepheard ware a freeze-gray Cloake,
The which was of the finest locke,
That could be cut with Sheere: