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Shepheards deuise she hateth as the snake,

Colin Clout's device she hates the snake (like the music)
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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