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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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And thou vnlucky Muse, that wontst to ease

similar to Homer's muse
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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