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