Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent

When my abodes prefixed time is spent,
My cruell fayre streight bids me wend my way:
But then from heaven most hideous stormes are sent,
As willing me against her will to stay.
Whom then shall I—or heaven, or her—obay?
The heavens know best what is the best for me:
But as she will, whose will my life doth sway,
My lower heaven, so it perforce must be.
But ye high hevens, that all this sorowe see,
Sith all your tempests cannot hold me backe,
Aswage your storms, or else both you and she
Will both together me too sorely wrack.
  Enough it is for one man to sustaine
  The stormes which she alone on me doth raine.

1. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
2. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
3. Amoretti 63. After long stormes and tempests sad assay
4. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere
5. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?

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