Or like as when he with thyself did lie, And begot Majesty. And let the maids and young men cease to sing: Ne let the woods them answer, nor their echo ring. Let no lamenting cries, nor doleful tears, Ne let housefires, nor lightnings helpless harms, Ne let mischievous witches with their charms, Let not the screech owl, nor the stork be heard : Ne let th' unpleasant quire of frogs still croaking Let none of these their dreary accents sing; Ne let the woods them answer, nor their echo ring. But let still Silence true night-watches keep, Shall fly and flutter round about your bed And in the secret dark, that none reproves, Their pretty stealths shall work and snares shall spread 1 Puck, To filch away sweet snatches of delight, Ye sons of Venus play your sports at will, Now none doth hinder you, that say or sing; Who is the same, that at my window peeps ? But walks about high heaven all the night? My Love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought, And for a fleece of wool, which privily The Latmian shepherd once unto thee brought, His pleasures with thee wrought. Therefore to us be favourable now; And sith of women's labours thou hast charge, Till which we cease our hopeful hap to sing ; And thou, great Juno, which with awful might Eternally bind thou this lovely band, And all thy blessings unto us impart. And the sweet pleasures of their loves' delight Till which we cease your further praise to sing; And ye high heavens, the temple of the gods, And all ye powers which in the same remain, Pour out your blessing on us plenteously, And happy influence upon us rain, That we may raise a large posterity, Which from the earth, which they may long possess With lasting happiness, Up to your haughty palaces may mount, Song, made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my Love should duly have been deckt, Which cutting off through hasty accidents, Be unto her a goodly ornament, And for short time an endless monument. EDMUND SPENSER AMORETTI1 HIS holy season fit to fast and pray THI Men to devotion ought to be inclined : Therefore, I likewise on so holy day For my sweet Saint some service fit will find. On which my thoughts do day and night attend There I to her as the author of my bliss EDMUND SPENSER LIKE as a ship that through the ocean wide By conduct of some star doth make her way Whenas a storm hath dimm'd her trusty guide, Out of her course doth wander far astray, So I whose star, that wont with her bright ray 1 Sonnets from the "Amoretti," a series of love sonnets, written by Spenser about 1592-94. These are numbers 22, 34, 55, 73, 75, 81. Me to direct, with clouds is overcast, Do wander now, in darkness and dismay, Will shine again, and look on me at last, EDMUND SPENSER O oft as I her beauty do behold, S° And therewith do her cruelty compare, Not earth; for her high thoughts more heavenly are: Not fire; for she doth freeze with faint desire. EDMUND SPENSER EING myself captivèd here in care BE My heart, (whom none with servile bands can tie But the fair tresses of your golden hair) Breaking his prison, forth to you doth fly. Like as a bird that in one's hand doth spy |