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My musing mynd, yet canst not, when thou should:

Where I would impress most people, I fail to impress you
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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