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