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