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