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Edmund Spenser

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