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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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former liues amend the old yeares sinnes forepast let vs eschew and fly the faults with which we did offend Then shall the new yeares ioy forth freshly send into the glooming world his gladsome ray and all these stormes which now his beauty blend shall turne to caulmes and tymely cleare away So likewise loue cheare you your heauy spright and chaunge old yeares annoy to new delight SONNET LXIII AFter long stormes and tempests sad assay Which hardly I endured heretofore in dread of death and daungerous dismay with which my silly barke was tossed sore I doe at length descry the happy shore in which I hope ere long for to arryue fayre soyle it seemes from far fraught with store of all that deare and daynty is alyue Most happy he that can at last atchyue the ioyous safety of so sweet a rest whose least delight sufficeth to depriue remembrance of all paines which him opprest All paines are nothing in respect of this all sorrowes short that gaine eternall blisse SONNET LXIIII. COmming to kisse her lyps such grace I found Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres that dainty odours from thâ—m threw around for damzels fit to decke their louers bowres Her lips did smell lyke vnto Gillyflowers her ruddy cheekes lyke vnto Roses red her snowy browes lyke budded Bellamoures her louely eyes lyke Pincks but newly spred Her goodly bosome lyke a Strawberry bed her neck lyke to a bounch of Cullambynes her brest lyke lillyes ere theyr leaues be shed her nipples lyke yoâ—g blossomd Iessemynes Such â—ragrant flowres doe giue most odorous smell but her sweet odour did them all excell SONNET LXV THe doubt which ye misdeeme fayre loue is vaine That sondly feare to loose your liberty when loosing one two liberties ye gayne and make him bond that bondage earst dyd fly Sweet be the bands the which true loue doth tye without constraynt or dread of any ill the gentle birde feeles no captiuity within her cage but singes and feeds her fill There pride dare not approch nor discord spill the league twixt them that loyal loue hath bound but simple truth and mutuall good will seekes with sweet peace to salâ—e each others wouÌ„d There fayth doth fearlesse dwell in brasen towre and spotlesse pleasure builds her sacred bowre SONNET LXVI TO all those happy blessings which ye haue with plenteous hand by heauen vpon you thrown this one disparagement they to you gaue that ye your loue lent to so meane a one Yee whose high worths surpassing paragon could not on earth haue found one fit for mate ne but in heauen matchable to none whâ— did ye stoup vnto so lowly state But ye thereby much greater glory gate then had ye sorted with a princes pere for now your light doth more it selfe dilate and in my darknesse greater doth appeare Yet since your light hath once enlumind me with my reflex yours shall encreased be SONNET LXVII Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace Seeing the game from him escapt away sits downe to rest him in some shady place with panting hounds beguiled of their pray So after long pursuit and vaine assay when I all weary had the chace forsooke the gentle deare returnd the selfe-same way thinking to quench her thirst at the next brooke There she beholding me with mylder looke sought not to fly but fearelesse sâ—ill did bide till I in hand her yet halfe trembling tooke and with her owne goodwill hir fyrmely tyde Strange thing me seemd to see a beast so wâ—ld so goodly wonne with her owne will beguyld SONNET LXVIII MOst glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day Didst make thy triumph ouer death and sin and hauing harrowd hell didst bring away captiuity thence captiue vs to win This ioyous day deare Lord with ioy begin and grant that we for whom tbou diddest dye being with thy deare blood clene washt from sin may liue for euer in felicity And that thy loue we weighing worthily may likewise loue thee for the same againe and for thy sake that all lyke deare didst buy with loue may one another entertayne So let vs loue deare loue lyke as we ought loue is the lesson which the Lord vs taught SONNET LXIX THe famous warriors of the anticke world Vsed Trophees to â—rect in stately wize in which they would the records haue enrold of theyr great deeds and valarous emprize What trophee then shall I most fit deuize in which I may record the memory of my loues conquest peerelesse beauties priseâ— adorn'd with honour loue and chastity Euen this verse vowd to eternity shall be thereof immortall moniment and tell her prayse to all posterity that may admire such worlds rare wonderment The happy purchase of my glorious spoile gotten at last with labour and long toyle SONNET LXX FResh spring the herald of loues mighty king In whose cote armour richly are displayd all sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring in goodly colours gloriously arrayd Goe to my loue where she is carelesse layd yet in her winters bowre not well awake tell her the ioyous time wil not be staid vnlesse she doe him by the forelock take Bid her therefore her selfe soone ready make to wayt on loue amongst his louely crew where euery one that misseth then her make shall be by him amearst with penance dew Make hast therefore sweet loue whilest it is primeâ— for none can call againe the passed time SONNET LXXI I Ioy to see how in your drawen work Your selfe vnto the Bee ye doe compare and me vnto the Spyder that doth lurke in close awayt to catch her vnaware Right so your selfe were caught in cunning snare of a deare foe and thralled to his loue in whose streight bands ye now captiued are so firmely that ye neuer may remoue But as your worke is wouen all about with woodbynd flowers and fragrant Eglantine so sweet your prison you in time shall proue with many deare delights bedecked â—yne And all thensforth eternall peace shall see betweene the Spyder and the gentle Bee SONNET LXXII OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges In mind to mount vp to the purest sky it down is weighd with thoght of earthly things and clogd with burden of mortality Where when that souerayne beauty it doth spy resembling heauens glory in her light drawne with sweet pleasures bayt it back doth fly and vnto heauen forgets her former flight There my fraile fancy fed with full delight doth bath in blisse and mantleth most at ease ne thinks of other heauen but how it might her harts desire with most contentment please Hart need not wish none other happinesse but here on earth to haue such heuens blisse SONNET LXXIII BEing my selfe captyued here in care My hart whom none with seruile bands can tye but the fayre tresses of your golden hayre breaking his priâ—on forth to you doth fly Lyke as a byrd that in ones hand doth spy desired food to it doth make his slight euen so my
she as steele and flint doth still remayne SONNET XIX THe merry Cuckow messenger of Spring His trompet shrill hath thrise already sounded that warnes al louers wayt vpon their king who now is comming forth with girl and crouned With noyse whereof the quyre of Byrds resounded their anthemes sweet devized of loues prayse that all the woods theyr ecchoes back rebounded as if they knew the meaning of their layes But mongst them all which did Loues honor rayse no word was heard of her that most it ought but she his precept proudly disobayes and doth his ydle message set at nought Therefore O loue vnlesse she turne to thee ere Cuckow end let her a rebell be SONNET XX. IN vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace and doe mâ—ne humbled hart before her poure the whiles her foot she in my necke doth place and tread my life downe in the lowly floure And yet the Lyon that is Lord of power and reigneth ouer euery beast in field in his most pride disdeigneth to deuoure the silly lambe that to his might doth yield But she more cruell and more saluage wylde then either Lyon or the Lâ—onesse shames not to be with guiltlesse bloud defylde but taketh glorâ— in her cruelnesse Fayrer then fayrest let none euer say that ye were blooded in a yeelded pray SONNET XXI WAs it the worke of nature or of Art which tempred so the featurâ— of her face that pride and meeknesse mixt by equall parâ— doe both appeare t'adorne her beauties grace For with mild pleasâ—nce which doth pride displace she to her loues doth lookers eyes allure with sterne countenance back again doth chace their looser lookes that stir vp lustes impure With such strange termes her eyes she doth inure that with one looke she doth my life dismay and with another doth it streight reâ—ure her smile me drawes her frowne me driues away Thus doth she traine and teach me with her lookes such art of eyes I neuer read in bookes SONNET XXII THis holy season fit to fast and pray Men to deuotion ought to be inclynd therefore I lykewise on so holy day for my sweet Saynt some seruice fit will find Her temple fayre is built within my mind in which her glorious ymage placed is on which my thoughts doâ— day and night attend lyke sacred priests that neuer thinke amisse There I to her as th'author of my blisse will builde an altar to appease her yre and on the same my hart will sacrifise burning in flames of pure and chast desyre The which vouchsafe O goddesse to accept amongst thy deerest relicks to be kept SONNET XXIII PEnelope for her Vlisses sake Deuiz'd a Web her wooers to deceaue in which the worke that she all day did make the same at night she did againe vnreaue Such subtile craft my Damzell doth conceaue th`importune suit of my desire to shonne for all that I in many dayes doo weaue in one short houre I find by her vndonne So when I thinke to end that I begonne I must begin and neuer bring to end for with one looke she spils that long I sponne with one word my whole years work doth rend Such labour like the Spyders web I fynd whose fruitlesse worke is broken with least wynd SONNET XXIIII WHen I behold that beauties wonderment And rare perfection of each goodly partâ— of natures skill the onely complement I honor and admire the makers art But when I feele the bitter balefull smart which her fayre eyes vnwares doe worke in mee that death out of theyr shiny beames doe dart I thinke that I a new Pandora see Whom all the Gods in councell did agree into this sinfull world from heauen to send that she to wicked men a scourge should bee for all their â—aults with which they did offend But since ye are my scourge I will intreat that for my faults ye will me gently beat SONNET XXV HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure And know no end of her owne mysery but wast and weare away in termes vnsure twixt feare and hope depending doubtfully Yet better were attonce to let me die and shew the last ensample of your pride then to torment me thus with cruelty to proue your powre which I too wel haue tride But yet if in your hardned brest ye hide a close intent at last to shew me grace then all the woes and wrecks which I abide as meanes of blisse I gladly wil embrace And wish that more and greater they might be that greater meede at last may turne to mee SONNET XXVI SWeet is the Rose but growes vpon a brere Sweet is the Iunipere but sharpe his bough sweet is the Eglantine but pricketh nere sweet is the firbloome but his braunches rough Sweet is the Cypresse but his rynd is tough sweet is the nut but bitter is his pill sweet is the broome-flowre but yet sowre enoughâ— and sweet is Moly but his root is ill So euery sweet with soure is tempred still that maketh it be coueted the more for easie things that may be got at will most sorts of men doe set but little store Why then should I accoumpt of little paine that endlesse pleasure shall vnto me gaine SONNET XXVII FAire proud now tell me why should faire be proud Sith all worlds glorie is but drosse vncleane and in the shade of death it selfe shall shroud how euer now thereof ye little weene That goodly Idoll now so gay beseene shall doffe her fleshes borowd fayre attyre and be forgot as it had neuer beene that many now much worship and admire Ne any then shall after it inquire â—e any mention shall thereof remaine but what this verse that neuer shall expyre shall to you purchas with her thankles paine Faire be no lenger proud of that shall perish but that which shal you make immortall cherish SONNET XXVIII THe laurell leafe which you this day doe weare guies me great hope of your relenting mynd for since it is the badg which I doe beare ye bearing it doe seeme to me inclind The powre thereof which oâ—te in me I find let it lykewise your gentle brest inspire with sweet infusion and put you in mind of that proud mayd whom now those leaues attyre Proud Daphne scorning Phaebus louely fyre on the Thessalian shore from him did flie for which the gods in theyr reuengefull yre did her transforme into a laurell tree Then fly no more fayre loue from Phebus chace but in your brest his leafe and loue embrace SONNET XXIX See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue my simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne and by the bay which I vnto her gaue accoumpts my selfe her captiue quite forlorneâ— The bay quoth she is of the victours borne yielded them by the vanquisht as theyr meeds and they therewith doe poetes heads adorne to sing the glory of their famous deedes But sith â—he will the conquest challeng needs let her accept me as her faithfull thrall that her great triumph which my skill