hyndes

Updated: May 3, 2025

Ne, certes, mote he greatly blamed be, says the poet of the Faery Queen recalling the days when he was plain Colin Clout but the perfect pleasures, which do grow Amongst poore hyndes, in hils, in woods, in dales,

Walter W. Greg - Pastoral Poetry and Pastoral Drama: A Literary Inquiry, with Special Reference to the Pre-Restoration: Stage in England