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Amoretti: Sonnet 6
Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mindDoth still persist in her rebellious pride:
Such love, not lyke to lusts of baser kynd,
The harder wonne, the firmer will abide.
The durefull oake whose sap is not yet dride
Is long ere it conceive the kindling fyre;
But when it once doth burne, it doth divide
Great heat, and makes his flames to heaven aspire.
So hard it is to kindle new desire
In gentle brest, that shall endure for ever:
Deepe is the wound that dints the parts entire*
With chaste affects, that naught but death can sever.
Then thinke not long in taking litle paine
To knit the knot that ever shall remaine.
(* _Entire_, inward.)
(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 6
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Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire,In finding fault with her too portly pride:The thing which I doo most in her admire,Is of the world unworthy most envide.For in those lofty lookes is close implideScorn of base things, and sdeigne of foul dishonor;Thretning rash eies which gaze on her so wide,That loosely they ne dare to looke upon her.Such pride is praise, such portlinesse is honor,That boldned innocence beares in hir eies,And her faire countenaunce, like a goodly banner,Spreds in defiaunce of all enemies. Was never in this world ought worthy tride*, Without some spark of such self-pleasing pride.(*
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Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire,In finding fault with her too portly pride:The thing which I doo most in her admire,Is of the world unworthy most envide.For in those lofty lookes is close implideScorn of base things, and sdeigne of foul dishonor;Thretning rash eies which gaze on her so wide,That loosely they ne dare to looke upon her.Such pride is praise, such portlinesse is honor,That boldned innocence beares in hir eies,And her faire countenaunce, like a goodly banner,Spreds in defiaunce of all enemies. Was never in this world ought worthy tride*, Without some spark of such self-pleasing pride.(*
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