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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 thilke lasse, (alas why doe I loue?)

I love this (exact) girl (Rosalind), why do I love?
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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