Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 71. I ioy to see how, in your drawen work

I ioy to see how, in your drawen work,
Your selfe unto the Bee ye doe compare,
And me unto the Spyder, that doth lurke
In close awayt, to catch her unaware.
Right so your selfe were caught in cunning snare
Of a deare foe, and thralled to his love;
In whose streight bands ye now captived are
So firmely, that ye never may remove.
But as your worke is woven all about
With woodbynd flowers and fragrant eglantine,
So sweet your prison you in time shall prove,
With many deare delights bedecked fyne:
  And all thensforth eternall peace shall see
  Betweene the Spyder and the gentle Bee. 

1. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
2. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
3. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
4. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
5. Amoretti 73. Being my self captyved here in care

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