Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 13. In that proud port which her so goodly graceth

In that proud port which her so goodly graceth,
Whiles her faire face she reares up to the skie,
And to the ground her eie-lids low embaseth,
Most goodly temperature ye may descry;
Myld humblesse mixt with awfull maiestie.
For, looking on the earth whence she was borne,
Her minde remembreth her mortalitie,
Whatso is fayrest shall to earth returne.
But that same lofty countenance seemes to scorne
Base thing, and thinke how she to heaven may clime;
Treading downe earth as lothsome and forlorne,
That hinders heavenly thoughts with drossy slime.
  Yet lowly still vouchsafe to looke on me;
  Such lowlinesse shall make you lofty be. 

1. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
2. Amoretti 23. Penelope, for her Ulisses sake
3. Amoretti 69. The famous warriors of the anticke world
4. Amoretti 42. The love which me so cruelly tormenteth
5. Amoretti 18. The rolling wheele that runneth often round

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