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