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Evan Thomas, Milton Group8, Milton Group7, Milton Group6, Milton Group5, Milton Group4, Milton Group3, Milton Group2, Milton Group1, Milton Group9, Authors

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