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