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