Amoretti, Sonnet XXXVI
Amoretti, Sonnet XXXVI
Edmund Spenser
TELL me when shall these wearie woes haue end,
Or shall their ruthlesse torment neuer cease:
but al my dayes in pining languor spend,
without hope of asswagement or release.
Is there no meanes for me to purchase peace,
or make agreement with her thrilling eyes:
that their cruelty doth still increace,
dayly more augment my miseryes.
But when ye haue shewed all extremityes,
then thinke how litle glory ye haue gayned:
by slaying him, whose lyfe though ye despyse,
mote haue your life in honour long maintayned.
But by his death which some perhaps will mone,
ye shall condemned be of many a one.
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Complete 89-sonnet sequence. Renascence Editions transcription of Alexander Grosart’s 1882 edition.
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