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The Shepheardes Calender: January Edmund Spenser EK's gloss

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