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My timely buds with wayling all are wasted:

My time of sprouting love are all for not; effort of sadness a waste
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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