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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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Auail) bring downe.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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