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