without a new Coate all the Winter throw.
Thus doth he keepe them, still in awfull feare,
And yet allowes them liberty inough;
So deare to him their welfare doth appeare,
That when their fleeces gin to waxen rough,
He combs and trims them with a Rampicke bough,
Washing them in the streames of siluer Ladon,
To cleanse their skinnes from all corruption.
Another while he wooes his Country Wench,
(With Chaplets crownd, and gaudy girlonds dight)