Come Rosalind, O come; my brinded kine, My snowy sheep, my farm and all is thine.
"The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753),Vol. V."
Theophilus Cibber
440 Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, Fair silver-shafted queen forever chaste, Wherewith she tamed the brinded lioness And spotted mountain-pard, but set at nought The frivolous bolt of Cupid; gods and men 445 Feared her stern frown, and she was queen o' the woods.
"Minor Poems by Milton"
John Milton
Their color is white or brinded.
"The American Reformed Cattle Doctor"
George Dadd