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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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Thy mantle mard, wherein thou mas-kedst late.

The mantle / beauty ruined by the late snow
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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