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And eke tenne thousand sithes I blesse the stoure,

and another ten thousand times I blessed the interruption
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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