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Albee my loue he seeke with dayly suit:

Although my love he seeks daily
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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