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It is not Hobbinol, wherefore I plaine,

It's not him, why I complain
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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