Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 63. After long stormes and tempests sad assay

After long stormes and tempests sad assay,
Which hardly I endured heretofore,
In dread of death, and daungerous dismay,
With which my silly bark was tossed sore,
I doe at length descry the happy shore,
In which I hope ere long for to arryve:
Fayre soyle it seemes from far, and fraught with store
Of all that deare and daynty is alyve.
Most happy he that can at last atchyve
The ioyous safety of so sweet a rest;
Whose least delight sufficeth to deprive
Remembrance of all paines which him opprest.
  All paines are nothing in respect of this;
  All sorrowes short that gaine eternall blisse.

1. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
2. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
3. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
4. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
5. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere

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