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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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Art made a myrrhour, to behold my plight:

Are made a mirror / martyr, to behold my plight
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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