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