Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat

The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
The hardest yron soone doth mollify,
That with his heavy sledge he can it beat,
And fashion to what he it list apply.
Yet cannot all these flames in which I fry
Her hart, more hard then yron, soft a whit,
Ne all the playnts and prayërs with which I
Doe beat on th’andvile of her stubberne wit:
But still, the more she fervent sees my fit,
The more she frieseth in her wilfull pryde,
And harder growes, the harder she is smit
With all the playnts which to her be applyde.
  What then remaines but I to ashes burne,
  And she to stones at length all frosen turne! 

1. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
2. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
3. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
4. The Visions of Bellay
5. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere

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