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