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