Amoretti: Sonnet 20

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Title:     Amoretti: Sonnet 20
Author: Edmund Spenser [More Titles by Spenser]

In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace,
And doe myne humbled hart before her poure,
The whiles her foot she in my necke doth place,
And tread my life downe in the lowly floure*.
And yet the lyon, that is lord of power,
And reigneth over every beast in field,
In his most pride disdeigneth to devoure
The silly lambe that to his might doth yield.
But she, more cruell and more salvage wylde
Than either lyon or the lyonesse,
Shames not to be with guiltlesse bloud defylde,
But taketh glory in her cruelnesse.
Fayrer then fayrest! let none ever say
That ye were blooded in a yeelded pray.

[* _Floure_, floor, ground.]

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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 20

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