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Edmund Spenser

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