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Amoretti: Sonnet 27

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Title:     Amoretti: Sonnet 27
Author: Edmund Spenser [More Titles by Spenser]

Faire Proud! now tell me, why should faire be proud,
Sith all worlds glorie is but drosse uncleane,
And in the shade of death it selfe shall shroud,
However now thereof ye little weene!
That goodly idoll, now so gay beseene*,
Shall doffe her fleshes borrowd fayre attyre,
And be forgot as it had never beene,
That many now much worship and admire!
Ne any then shall after it inquire,
Ne any mention shall thereof remaine,
But what this verse, that never shall expyre,
Shall to you purchas with her thankles pain!
Faire! be no lenger proud of that shall perish,
But that which shall you make immortall cherish.


[* _Beseene_, appearing.]





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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 27

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