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Amoretti and Epithalamion. Written not long since by Edmunde Spenser
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Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.
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her gentle mindes vnrest But pure affections bred in spotlesse brest modest thoughts breathd â—roÌ„ wel teÌ„pred sprites goe visit her in her chast bowre of rest accompanyde with angelick delightes There fill your selfe with those most ioyous sights the which my selfe could neuer yet attayne but speake no word to her of these sad plights which her too constant stiffenesse doth constrayn Onely behold her rare perfection and blesse your fortunes fayre election SONNET LXXXV THe world that cannot deeme of worthy things when I doe praise her say I doe but flatter so does the Cuckow when the Mauis sings begin his witlesse note apace to clatterâ— But they that skill not of so heauenly matter all that they know not enuy or admyre rather then enuy let them wonder at her but not to deeme of her desert aspyre Deepe in the closet of my parts entyre her worth is written with a golden quill that me with heauenly fury doth inspire and my glad mouth with her sweet prayses fill Which when as fame in her shrill trump shal thunder let the world chose to enuy or to wonder SONNET LXXXVI VEnemous toung tipt with vile adders stingâ— Of that selfe kynd with which the Furies â—ell theyr snaky heads doe combe from which a spring of poysoned words and spitefull speeches well Let all the plagues and horrid paines of hell vpon thee fall for thine accursed hyre that with false forged lyes which thou didst tel in my true loue did stirre vp coles of yre The sparkes whereof let kindle thine own fyre and catching hold on thine owne wicked hed consume thee quite that didst with guile conspire in my sweet peace such breaches to haue bred Shame be thy meed and mischiefe thy reward dew to thy selfe that it for me prepard SONNET LXXXVII SInce I did leaue the presence of my loue Many long weary dayes I haue outworne and many nights that slowly seemd to moue theyr sad protract from euening vntill morne For when as day the heauen doth adorne I wish that night the noyous day would end and when as night hath vs of light forlorne I wish that day would shortly reascend Thus I the time with expectation spend and faine my griefe with chaunges to beguile that further seemes his terme still to extend and maketh euery minute seeme a myle So sorrow still doth seeme too long to last but ioyous houres doo fly away too fast SONNET LXXXVIII SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray I wander as in darkenesse of the night affrayd of euery dangers least dismay Ne ought I see though in the clearest day when others gaze vpon theyr shadowes vayne but th`onely image of that heauenly ray whereof some glance doth in mine eie remayne Of which beholding th'Idae a playne through contemplation of my purest part with light thereof I doe my selfe sustayne and thereon feed my loue-affamisht hart But with such brightnesse why lest I fill my mind I starue my body and mine eyes doe blynd SONNET LXXXIX LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate and in her songs sends many a wishfull vew for his returne that seemes to linger late So I alone now left disconsolate mourne to my selfe the absence of my loue and wandring here and there all desolate seek with my playnts to match that mournful doue Ne ioy of ought that vnder heauen doth houe can comfort me but her owne ioyous sight whose sweet aspect both God and man can moue in her vnspotted pleasauns to delight Dark is my day whyles her fayre light I mis and dead my life that wants such liuely blis IN youth before I waxed old The blynd boy Venus baby For want of cunning made me bold In bitter hyue to grope â—or honny But when he saw me stung and cry He tooke his wings and away did fly As Diane hunted on a day She chaunst to come where Cupid lay his quiuer by his head One of his shaâ—ts she stole away And one of hers did close conuay into the others stead With that loue wounded my loues hart but Diane beasts with Cupids dart I Saw in secret to my Dame How little Cupid humbly came and sayd to her All hayle my motherâ— But when he saw me laugh for shameâ— His face with bashâ—ull blood did â—â—ame not knowing Venus from the otherâ— Then neuer blush Cupid quoth I for many haue err'd in this beautyâ— VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring all in his mothers lap A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet murm'ring about him flew by hap Whereof when he was wakened with the noyse and saw the beast so small Whats this quoth he that giues so great a voyce that wakens men withall In angry wize he flyes about and threatens all with corage stout TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd twixt earnest and twixt game See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made if thou regard the same And yet thou suâ—â—rest neyther gods in sky nor men in earth to rest But when thou art disposed cruelly theyr sleepe thou doost molest Then eyther change thy cruelty or giue lyke leaue vnto the fly NAthlesse the cruell boy not so content would needs the fly pursue And in his hand with heedlesse hardiment him caught for to subdue But when on it he hasty hand did lay the Bee him stung therefore Now ouâ— alasse he cryde and welaway I wounded am full sore The fly that I so much did scorne hath hurt me with his little horne VNto his mother straight he weeping came and of his griefe complayned Who could not chose but laugh at his fond game though sad to see him pained Think now quod she my sonne how great the smart of those whom thou dost wound Full many thou hast pricked to the hart that pitty neuer found Therefore henceforth some pitty take when thou doest spoyle of louers make SHe tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting and wrapt him in her smock She wrapt him softly all the while repenting that he the fly did mock She drest his wound and it embaulmed wel with sâ—lue of soueraigne might And then she bath'd him in a dainty well the well of deare delight Who would not oft be stung as this to be so bath'd in Venus blis THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured of that his malady But â—e soone after fresh againe enured his former cruelty And since that time he wounded hath my selfe with his sharpe dart of loue And now forgets the cruell carelesse elfe his mothers heast to proue So now I languish till he please my pining anguish to appease FINIS Epithalamion YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes beene to me ayding others to adorne Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes That euen the greatest did not greatly scorne To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes But ioyed in theyr prayse And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne Which death or loue
or fortunes wreck did rayse Your string could soone to sadder tenor turne And teach the woods and waters to lament Your dolefull dreriment Now lay those sorrowfull complaints aside And hauing all your heads with girland crownd Helpe me mine owne loues prayses to resound Ne let the same of any be enuide So Orpheus did for his owne bride So I vnto my selfe alone will sing The woods shall to me answer and my Eccho ring EArly before the worlds light giuing lampe His golden beame vpon the hils doth spred Hauing disperst the nights vncheareâ—ull dampe Doe ye awake and with fresh lusty hed Go to the bowre of my beloued loue My truest turtle doue Bid her awake for Hymen is awake And long since ready forth his maske to moue With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake And many a bachelor to waite on him In theyr fresh garments trim Bid her awake therefore and soone her dight For â—o the wished day is come at last That shall for al the paynes and sorrowes past Pay to her vsury of long delight And whylest she doth her dight Doe ye to her of ioy and solace sing That all the woods may answer and your eccho ring BRing with you all the Nymphes that you can heare both of the riuers and the forrests greene And of the sea that neighbours to her neare Al with gay girlands goodly wel beseene And let them also with them bring in hand Another gay girland For my fayre loue of lillyes and of roses bound true loue wize with a blew silke riband And let them make great store of bridaâ—e poses And let them eeke bring store of other fâ—owers To deck the bridale bowers And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread For feare the stones her tender foot sâ—ould wrong Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along And diapred lyke the discolored mead Which done doe at her chamber dore awayt For she will waken strayt The whiles doe ye this song vnto her sing The woods shall to you answer and your Eccho ring YE Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed The siluer scaly trouts doe tend full well and greedy pikes which vse therein to feed Those trouts and pikes all others doo excell And ye likewise which keepe the rushy lake Where none doo fishes take Bynd vp the locks the which hang scatterd light And in his waters which your mirror make Behold your faces as the â—hristall bright That when you come whereas my loue doth lie No blemish she may spie And eke ye lightfoot mayds which keepe the dore That on the hoâ—â—y mountayne vse to towre And the wylde wolues which seeke them to deuoure With your steele darts doo chace fro comming neer Be also present heere To helpe to decke her and to help to sing That all the woods may answer and your eccho ring WAke now my loue awake for it is time The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed All ready to her siluer coche to clyme And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed Hark how the cheerefull birds do chaunt theyr laies And carroll of loues praise The merry Larke hir mattins sings aloâ—t The thrush replyes the Mauis deâ—â—ant playes The Ouzell shrills the Ruddock warbles soft So goodly all agree with sweet consent To this dayes merriment Ah my deere loue why doe ye sleepe thus long When meeter were thaâ— ye should now awake T'awayt the comming of your ioyous make And hearken to the birds loue learned song The deawy leaues among For they of ioy and pleasance to you sing That all the woods them answer theyr eccho ringâ— MY loue is now awake out of her dreame and her fayre eyes like stars that dimmed were With darksome cloud now shew theyr goodly beams More bright then Hesperus his head doth rere Come now ye damzels daughters of delight Helpe quickly her to dight But first come ye fayre houres which were begot In Ioues sweet paradice of Day and Night Which doe the seasons of the yeare allot And al that euer in this world is fayre Doe make and still repayre And ye three handmayds of the Cyprian Queene The which doe still adorne her beauties pride Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride And as ye her array still throw betweene Some graces to be seene And as ye vse to Venus to her sing The whiles the woods shal answer your eccho ring NOw is my loue all ready forth to come Let all the virgins therefore well awayâ— And ye fresh boyes that tend vpon her groome Prepare your selues for he is comming strayt Set all your things in seemely good aray Fit for so ioyfull day The ioyfulst day that euer sunne did see Faire Sun shew forth thy fauourable ray And let thy lifull heat not feruent be For feare of burning her sunshyny face Her beauty to disgrace O fayrest Phoebus father of the Muse If euer I did honour thee aright Or sing the thing that mote thy mind delight Doe not thy seruants simple boone refuse But let this day let this one day be myne Let all the rest be thine Then I thy souerayne prayses loud wil sing That all the woods shal answer and theyr eccho ring HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud Their merry Musick that resounds from far The pipe the tabor and the trembling Croud That well agree withouten breach or iar But most of all the Damzels doe delite When they their tymbrels smyte And thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet That all the sences they doe rauish quite The whyles the boâ—es run vp and downe the street Crying aloud with strong confused noyce As if it were one voyce Hymen â—o Hymen Hymen they do shout That euen to the heauens theyr sâ—outing shrill Doth reach and all the firmament doth fill To which the people standing all about As in approuance doe thereto applaud And loud aduaunce her laâ—d And eâ—ermore they Hymen Hymen sing that al the woods them answer and theyr eccho ring LOe where she comes along with portly pace Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East Arysing forth to run her mighty race Clad all in white that seemes a virgin best So well it her beseemes that ye would weene Some angell she had beene Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre Sprinckled with perle and perling flowres a tweene Doe lâ—ke a golden mantle her attyre And being crowned with a girland greene Seeme lyke some mayden Queene Her modest eyes abashed to behold So many gazers as on her do â—tare Vpon the lowly ground affixed are Ne dare lift vp her countenance too bold But blush to heare her prayses sung so loud So farre from being proud Nathlesse doe ye still loud her prayses sing That all the woods may answer and your eccho ring TEll me ye merchants daughters did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before So sweet so louely and so mild as she Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store Her goodly eyes lyke Saphyres shining