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Both pype and Muse, shall sore the while abye.

Both wind instrument and Muse, shall traverse the open ground the while obtain.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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