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EDMUND
SPENSER

1552?-1599

WHAT

XIV

( 37 )

'HAT guile is this, that those her golden tresses
She doth attire under a net of gold;

And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses,
That which is gold or hair may scarce be told?
Is it that men's frail eyes which gaze too bold,
She may entangle in that golden snare ;

And being caught may craftily enfold

Their weaker hearts which are not well aware?
Take heed therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net,
In which if ever ye entrappèd are,

Out of her bands ye by no means shall get.
Fondness it were for any, being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden be!

XV

(40)

MARK when she smiles with amiable cheer,

And tell me whereto can ye liken it,

When on each eyelid sweetly do appear
An hundred Graces as in shade to sit.
Likest it seemeth, in my simple wit,
Unto the fair sunshine in summer's day,
That when a dreadful storm away is flit,
Through the broad world doth spread his goodly ray;
At sight whereof, each bird that sits on spray,

And every beast that to his den was fled,
Comes forth afresh out of their late dismay,
And to the light lift up their drooping head.
So my storm-beaten heart likewise is cheered
With that sunshine, when cloudy looks are cleared.

XVI

(61)

HE glorious image of the Maker's beauty,

THE

My sovereign saint, the idol of my thought,
Dare not henceforth above the bounds of duty
T' accuse of pride or rashly blame for ought.
For being as she is divinely wrought
And of the brood of angels heavenly born,
And with the crew of blessèd saints upbrought,
Each of which did her with their gifts adorn;
The bud of joy, the blossom of the morn,
The beam of light whom mortal eyes admire;
What reason is it then but she should scorn
Base things, that to her love too bold aspire !
Such heavenly forms ought rather worshipped be,
Than dare be loved by men of mean degree.

EDMUND SPENSER 1552?-1599

XVII
(65)

'HE doubt which ye misdeem, fair Love, is vain,

THE

That fondly fear to lose your liberty;

When losing one, two liberties ye gain,

And make him bond that bondage erst did fly.
Sweet be the bands the which true love doth tie

Without constraint or dread of any

The gentle bird feels no captivity

ill:

Within her cage, but sings, and feeds her fill ;-
There pride dare not approach, nor discord spill
The league 'twixt them that loyal love hath bound,
But simple truth and mutual good-will

Seeks with sweet peace to salve each other's wound;
There Faith doth fearless dwell in brazen tower,
And spotless Pleasure builds her sacred bower.

EDMUND
SPENSER

1552?-1599

XVIII

(67)

LIKE as a huntsman after weary

chase

Seeing the game from him escaped away,
Sits down to rest him in some shady place,
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey,—
So, after long pursuit and vain assay,
When I all weary had the chase forsook,

The gentle deer returned the self-same way,
Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook :
There she beholding me with milder look,
Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide;
Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,
And with her own good-will her firmly tied.
Strange thing, me seemed, to see a beast so wild
So goodly won, with her own will beguiled.

XIX

( 68 )

MOST glorious Lord of life! that on this day

Didst make thy triumph over death and sin,

And having harrowed hell didst bring away

Captivity thence captive, us to win :

This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin;

And grant that we, for whom Thou diddest die,

Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin,
May live for ever in felicity!

And that thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love Thee for the same again;
And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,
With love may one another entertain.
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought:
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

FRES

XX

( 70 )

RESH Spring, the herald of love's mighty king,
In whose coat-armour richly are displayed
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring,
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed;
Go to my Love where she is careless laid
Yet in her winter's bower not well awake;
Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed
Unless she do him by the forelock take;
Bid her therefore herself soon ready make
To wait on Love amongst his lovely crew;
Where every one that misseth then her make
Shall be by him amerced with penance due.
Make haste therefore, sweet Love, whilst it is prime;
For none can call again the passèd time.

EDMUND
SPENSER

1552?-1599

OFT

XXI (72)

FT when my spirit doth spread her bolder wings,
In mind to mount up to the purest sky,

It down is weighed with thought of earthly things,
And clogged with burden of mortality;
Where when that sovereign beauty it doth spy,
Resembling heaven's glory in her light,

Drawn with sweet pleasure's bait it back doth fly,
And unto heaven forgets her former flight.
There my frail fancy, fed with full delight,
Doth bathe in bliss, and mantleth most at ease;
Ne thinks of other heaven but how it might
Her heart's desire with most contentment please.
Heart need not wish none other happiness
But here on earth to have such heaven's bliss.

XXII

(75)

EDMUND
SPENSER

1552?-1599

ONE

NE day I wrote her name upon the strand;
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,

But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
Vain man! said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize;

For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wipèd out likewise.
Not so, quoth I; let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name,-
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.

XXIII

(79)

MEN call you fair, and you do credit it,

For that yourself ye daily such do see;

But the true fair, that is the gentle wit

And virtuous mind, is much more praised of me.
For all the rest, however fair it be,

Shall turn to nought and lose that glorious hue;

But only that is permanent and free

From frail corruption, that doth flesh ensue.
That is true beauty: that doth argue you

To be divine, and born of heavenly seed;
Derived from that fair Spirit from whom all true
And perfect beauty did at first proceed.

He only fair, and what He fair hath made;

All other fair, like flowers, untimely fade.

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