Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 77. Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?

Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?
A goodly table of pure yvory,
All spred with juncats fit to entertayne
The greatest prince with pompous roialty:
Mongst which, there in a silver dish did ly
Two golden apples of unvalewd* price,
Far passing those which Hercules came by,
Or those which Atalanta did entice;
Exceeding sweet, yet voyd of sinfull vice;
That many sought, yet none could ever taste;
Sweet fruit of pleasure, brought from Paradice
By Love himselfe, and in his garden plaste.
  Her brest that table was, so richly spredd;
  My thoughts the guests, which would thereon have fedd.

[* Unvalewd, invaluable] 

1. Amoretti 11. Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace
2. Amoretti 28. The laurel-leafe which you this day doe weare
3. Amoretti 65. The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre Love, is vaine
4. Amoretti 41. Is it her nature, or is it her will
5. Amoretti 34. Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde

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