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Amoretti: Sonnet 83 Post by :styles98 Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :3218

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Amoretti: Sonnet 83

Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre
Breake out, that may her sacred peace molest;
Ne one light glance of sensuall desyre
Attempt to work her gentle mindes unrest:
But pure affections bred in spotlesse brest,
And modest thoughts breathd from well-tempred spirits,
Goe visit her in her chaste bowre of rest,
Accompanyde with angelick delightes.
There fill your selfe with those most ioyous sights,
The which my selfe could never yet attayne:
But speake no word to her of these sad plights,
Which her too constant stiffnesse doth constrayn.
Onely behold her rare perfection,
And blesse your fortunes fayre election.

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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 83

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Amoretti: Sonnet 84
The world, that cannot deeme of worthy things,When I doe praise her, say I doe but flatter:So does the cuckow, when the mavis* sings,Begin his witlesse note apace to clatter.But they, that skill not of so heavenly matter,All that they know not, envy or admyre;Rather then envy, 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 heavenly fury doth inspire,And my glad mouth with her sweet prayses fill: Which when as Fame in her shril trump shall thunder, Let the

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Amoretti: Sonnet 82
Ioy of my life! full oft for loving youI blesse my lot, that was so lucky placed:But then the more your owne mishap I rew,That are so much by so meane love embased.For had the equall hevens so much you gracedIn this as in the rest, ye mote invent*Some hevenly wit, whose verse could have enchasedYour glorious name in golden moniment.But since ye deignd so goodly to relentTo me your thrall, in whom is little worth,That little that I am shall all be spentIn setting your immortal prayses forth: Whose lofty argument, uplifting me, Shall lift you up unto