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