Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Poems of Edmund Spenser

21. Iambicum Trimetrum 1/3/2003
22. Ice and Fire 1/3/2003
23. Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie 4/7/2010
24. Mutability 1/3/2003
25. My Love Is Like To Ice 1/3/2003
26. Poem 1 12/31/2002
27. Poem 10 12/31/2002
28. Poem 11 12/31/2002
29. Poem 12 12/31/2002
30. Poem 13 12/31/2002
31. Poem 14 12/31/2002
32. Poem 15 12/31/2002
33. Poem 16 12/31/2002
34. Poem 17 12/31/2002
35. Poem 18 12/31/2002
36. Poem 19 12/31/2002
37. Poem 2 12/31/2002
38. Poem 20 12/31/2002
39. Poem 21 12/31/2002
40. Poem 22 12/31/2002

Sonnet LXXXV

THe world that cannot deeme of worthy things,
when I doe praise her, say I doe but flatter:
so does the Cuckow, when the Mauis sings,
begin his witlesse note apace to clatter.
But they that skill not of so heauenly matter,
all that they know not, enuy or admyre,
rather then enuy let them wonder at her,
but not to deeme of her desert aspyre.
Deepe in the closet of my parts entyre,

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