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