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