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His kiddes, his cracknelles, and his early fruit.

His baby goats, his biscuits, his gifts of spring
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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