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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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I loue

I loue) a prety Epanorthosis in these two verses, and withall a Paronomasia or playing with the word, where he sayth (I loue thilke lasse (alas &c.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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