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Edmund Spenser

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