Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run

After so long a race as I have run
Through Faery land, which those six books compile,
Give leave to rest me being half foredonne,
And gather to my selfe new breath awhile.
Then, as a steed refreshed after toyle,
Out of my prison I will break anew,
And stoutly will that second work assoyle*,
With strong endevour and attention dew.
Till then give leave to me in pleasant mew**
To sport my Muse, and sing my Loves sweet praise,
The contemplation of whose heavenly hew
My spirit to an higher pitch will rayse.
  But let her prayses yet be low and meane,
  Fit for the handmayd of the Faery Queene.

[* Assoyle, discharge.]
[** Mew, prison, retreat.] 

1. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
2. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
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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