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As on your boughes the ysicles depend.

Because of you, where my coldness manifests
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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