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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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