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