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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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Rosalind

Rosalinde) is also a feigned name, which being wel ordered, wil bewray the very name of hys loue and mistresse, whom by that name he coloureth. So as Ouide shadoweth hys loue vnder the name of Corynna, which of some is supposed to be Iulia, themperor Augustus his daughter, and wyfe to Agryppa. So doth Aruntius Stella euery where call his Lady Asteris and Ianthis, albe it is well knowen that her right name was Violantilla: as witnesseth Statius in his Epithalamium. And so the famous Paragone of Italy, Madonna Coelia in her letters enuelopeth her selfe vnder the name of Zima: and Petron [vnder] the name of Bellochia. And this generally hath bene a common custome of counterfeicting the names of secret Personages.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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