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