Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured

Thrise happie she that is so well assured
Unto her selfe, and setled so in hart,
That neither will for better be allured,
Ne feard with worse to any chaunce to start:
But, like a steddy ship, doth strongly part
The raging waves, and keepes her course aright,
Ne ought for tempest doth from it depart,
Ne ought for fayrer weathers false delight.
Such selfe-assurance need not feare the spight
Of grudging foes, ne favour seek of friends:
But in the stay of her owne stedfast might,
Neither to one her selfe nor other bends.
  Most happy she that most assur’d doth rest;
  But he most happy who such one loves best.

1. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
2. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
3. Amoretti 63. After long stormes and tempests sad assay
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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