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The Shepheardes Calender: January Edmund Spenser EK's gloss

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