Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Poems of Edmund Spenser

41. Poem 23 12/31/2002
42. Poem 24 12/31/2002
43. Poem 3 12/31/2002
44. Poem 4 12/31/2002
45. Poem 5 12/31/2002
46. Poem 6 12/31/2002
47. Poem 7 12/31/2002
48. Poem 8 12/31/2002
49. Poem 9 12/31/2002
50. Poem 90 12/31/2002
51. Poem 91 12/31/2002
52. Poem 92 12/31/2002
53. Poem 93 12/31/2002
54. Poem 94 12/31/2002
55. Poem 95 12/31/2002
56. Poem 96 12/31/2002
57. Poem 97 12/31/2002
58. Prosopopoia: or Mother Hubbard's Tale 1/1/2004
59. Prothalamion 1/3/2003
60. Ruins of Rome, by Bellay 1/3/2003

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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