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Amoretti: Sonnet 33

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Title:     Amoretti: Sonnet 33
Author: Edmund Spenser [More Titles by Spenser]

Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny,
To that most sacred empresse, my dear dred,
Not finishing her Queene of Faery,
That mote enlarge her living prayses, dead.
But Lodwick*, this of grace to me aread:
Do ye not thinck th'accomplishment of it
Sufficient worke for one mans simple head,
All were it, as the rest, but rudely writ?
How then should I, without another wit,
Thinck ever to endure so tedious toyle,
Sith that this one is tost with troublous fit
Of a proud Love, that doth my spirite spoyle?
Cease, then, till she vouchsafe to grawnt me rest,
Or lend you me another living brest.


[* I.e. Lodowick Bryskett.]





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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 33

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