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The Shepheardes Calender: January Edmund Spenser EK's gloss

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