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Amoretti: Sonnet 7
Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart,What wondrous vertue is contayn'd in you,
The which both lyfe and death forth from you dart
Into the obiect of your mighty view?
For when ye mildly looke with lovely hew,
Then is my soule with life and love inspired:
But when ye lowre, or looke on me askew,
Then do I die, as one with lightning fyred.
But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,
Looke ever lovely, as becomes you best;
That your bright beams, of my weak eies admyred,
May kindle living fire within my brest.
Such life should be the honor of your light,
Such death the sad ensample of your might.
(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 7
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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 drideIs long ere it conceive the kindling fyre;But when it once doth burne, it doth divideGreat heat, and makes his flames to heaven aspire.So hard it is to kindle new desireIn 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
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