"Then came the iolly Sommer, being dight In a thin silken cassock coloured greene, That was vnlyned all, to be more light: And on his head a girlond well beseene He wore, from which as he had chauffed been The sweat did drop; and in his hand he bore A boawe and shaftes, as he in forrest greene Had hunted late the Libbard or the Bore, And now would bathe his limbes, with labor heated sore."
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Then came the jolly Summer, being dight In a thin silken cassock coloured green That was unlined all, to be more light, And on his head a garland well beseen He wore, from which as he had chafed been, The sweat did drop; and in his hand he bore A bow and shafts, as he in forest green Had hunted late the libbard or the boar, And now would bathe his limbs, with labour heated sore. — Bk. VII, Cantos VII, stanza 29
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