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