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