Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 41. Is it her nature, or is it her will

Is it her nature, or is it her will,
To be so cruell to an humbled foe?
If nature, then she may it mend with skill;
If will, then she at will may will forgoe.
But if her nature and her will be so,
That she will plague the man that loves her most,
And take delight t’encrease a wretches woe,
Then all her natures goodly guifts are lost;
And that same glorious beauties ydle boast
Is but a bayt such wretches to beguile,
As, being long in her loves tempest tost,
She meanes at last to make her pitious spoyle.
  O fayrest fayre! let never it be named,
  That so fayre beauty was so fowly shamed. 

1. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
2. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
3. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere
4. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
5. Amoretti 18. The rolling wheele that runneth often round

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