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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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Yet for thou pleasest not, where most I would:

unlucky for the muse that he is lacking inspiration
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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