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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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His clownish gifts

His clownish gyfts) imitateth Virgils verse,

Rusticus es Corydon, nec munera curat Alexis.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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