Edmund Spenser

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