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Shee deignes not my good will, but doth reproue,

She doesn't take my goodwill, does refuse
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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