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Ah foolish Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne:

Ah foolish shepherd, your gifts are in vain
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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