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Scalar Milton

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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EK's gloss

EK is commonly characterized as an editor, probably intimate with Spenser and possibly Spenser himself. EK added notes to each Aeclogue in keeping with the latest fashions in book design.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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