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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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couth

couthe) commeth of the verbe Conne, that is, to know or to haue skill. As well interpreteth the worthy Sir Tho. Smitth in his booke of gouerment: wherof I haue a perfect copie in wryting, lent me by his kinseman, and my verye singular good freend, M. Gabriel Haruey: as also of some other his most graue & excellent wrytings.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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