Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 51. Doe I not see that fayrest ymages

Doe I not see that fayrest ymages
Of hardest marble are of purpose made,
For that they should endure through many ages,
Ne let theyr famous moniments to fade?
Why then doe I, untrainde in lovers trade,
Her hardnes blame, which I should more commend?
Sith never ought was excellent assayde
Which was not hard t’atchive and bring to end;
Ne ought so hard, but he that would attend
Mote soften it and to his will allure.
So do I hope her stubborne hart to bend,
And that it then more stedfast will endure:
  Only my paines wil be the more to get her;
  But, having her, my ioy wil be the greater. 

1. Amoretti 63. After long stormes and tempests sad assay
2. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
3. Amoretti 43. Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake?
4. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
5. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured

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