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Amoretti: Sonnet 50

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Title:     Amoretti: Sonnet 50
Author: Edmund Spenser [More Titles by Spenser]

Long languishing in double malady
Of my harts wound and of my bodies griefe,
There came to me a leach, that would apply
Fit medcines for my bodies best reliefe.
Vayne man, quoth I, that hast but little priefe*
In deep discovery of the mynds disease;
Is not the hart of all the body chiefe,
And rules the members as it selfe doth please?
Then with some cordialls seeke for to appease
The inward languor of my wounded hart,
And then my body shall have shortly ease.
But such sweet cordialls passe physicians art:
Then, my lyfes leach! doe you your skill reveale,
And with one salve both hart and body heale.


[* _Priefe_, proof, experience.]





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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 50

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