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Scalar Milton

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