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Was an important English poet and Poet Laureate best known for "The Faerie Queene".
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Edmund Spenser's poems
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Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play
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DAyly when I do seeke and sew for peace,
And hostages doe offer for my truth:
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SOng made in lieu of many ornaments,
With which my loue should duly haue bene dect,
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I Ioy to see how in your drawen work,
Your selfe vnto the Bee ye doe compare;
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NAthlesse the cruell boy not so content,
would needs the fly pursue:
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NOw is my loue all ready forth to come,
Let all the virgins therefore well awayt,
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THrise happie she, that is so well assured
Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart:
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Being my selfe captyued here in care,
My hart, whom none with seruile bands can tye:
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I Saw in secret to my Dame,
How little Cupid humbly came:
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BVt if ye saw that which no eyes can see,
The inward beauty of her liuely spright,
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CANTO IIII
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
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THENOT & HOBBINOLL
Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
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Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
Through contemplation of those goodly sights,
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Leaue lady, in your glasse of christall clene,
Your goodly selfe for euermore to vew:
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In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace,
and doe myne humbled hart before her poure:
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
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Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace,
Seeing the game from him escapt away:
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YE Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed,
The siluer scaly trouts doe tend full well,
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How long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure,
And know no end of her owne mysery:
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VNto his mother straight he weeping came,
and of his griefe complayned:
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