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