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So broke his oaten pype, and downe dyd lye.

So broke his pipe made of straw of an oat, and did lie domn.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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