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