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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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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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