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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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Colin clout

COLIN Cloute) is a name not greatly vsed, and yet haue I sene a Poesie of M. Skeltons vnder that title. But indeede the word Colin is Frenche, and vsed of the French Poete Marot (if he be worthy of the name of a Poete) in a certein Æglogue. Vnder which name this Poete secretly shadoweth himself, as sometime did Virgil vnder the name of Tityrus, thinking it much fitter, then such Latine names, for the great vnlikelihoode of the language.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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