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Evan Thomas, Milton Group8, Milton Group7, Milton Group6, Milton Group5, Milton Group4, Milton Group3, Milton Group2, Milton Group1, Milton Group9, Authors

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A thousand sithes I curse that carefull hower,

A thousand sighes / times, I curse that careful hour
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

Related:  Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to see:,  And eke tenne thousand sithes I blesse the stoure,,  Stoure,  My musing mynd, yet canst not, when thou should:,  Shee deignes not my good will, but doth reproue,,  It is not Hobbinol, wherefore I plaine,,  neighbour towne,  Yet all for naught: [such] sight hath bred my bane.,  Thy mantle mard, wherein thou mas-kedst late.,  So broke his oaten pype, and downe dyd lye.,  Sere,  Hobbinol,  And thou vnlucky Muse, that wontst to ease,  And of my rurall musick holdeth scorne.,  vnnethes,  Shepheards deuise she hateth as the snake,,  Pastoral,  sithes,  Ah foolish Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne:,  My timely buds with wayling all are wasted:,  With breathed sighes is blowne away, & blasted,,  Colins Embleme.,  Albee my loue he seeke with dayly suit:,  His clownish gifts,  And now is come thy wynters stormy state,,  And from mine eyes the drizling teares descend,,  His clownish gifts and curtsies I disdaine,,  All so my lustfull leafe is drye and sere,  Yet for thou pleasest not, where most I would:,  auaile,  Wherein I sawe so fayre a sight, as shee.,  Rosalind,  And laughes the songes, that Colin Clout doth make.,  Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd, and after hasted,  couth,  And am forlorne, (alas why am I lorne?),  Both pype and Muse, shall sore the while abye.,  Thou barrein ground, whome winters wrath hath wasted,,  I loue,  Thy sommer prowde with Daffadillies dight.,  As on your boughes the ysicles depend.,  Art made a myrrhour, to behold my plight:,  EK's gloss,  John Milton,  Ah God, that loue should breede both ioy and payne.,  Colin clout,  Colin them gives to Rosalind againe.,  Wherefore my pype, albee rude Pan thou please,,  The blossome, which my braunch of youth did beare,,  Epic,  Edmund Spenser,  I loue thilke lasse, (alas why doe I loue?),  overhaile,  His kiddes, his cracknelles, and his early fruit.,  Virgil,  The Shepheardes Calender: January,  Teaching notes, 10 Sept. 2014