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And now is come thy wynters stormy state,

And now is come the winter's stormy state
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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