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