Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

121. Poem 92 12/31/2002
122. Poem 91 12/31/2002
123. Poem 90 12/31/2002
124. Poem 9 12/31/2002
125. Poem 8 12/31/2002
126. Poem 7 12/31/2002
127. Poem 6 12/31/2002
128. Poem 5 12/31/2002
129. Poem 4 12/31/2002
130. Poem 3 12/31/2002
131. Poem 24 12/31/2002
132. Poem 23 12/31/2002
133. Poem 22 12/31/2002
134. Poem 21 12/31/2002
135. Poem 20 12/31/2002
136. Poem 2 12/31/2002
137. Poem 19 12/31/2002
138. Poem 18 12/31/2002
139. Poem 17 12/31/2002
140. Poem 16 12/31/2002

Sonnet LXVI

TO all those happy blessings which ye haue,
with plenteous hand by heauen vpon you thrown:
this one disparagement they to you gaue,
that ye your loue lent to so meane a one.
Yee whose high worths surpassing paragon,
could not on earth haue found one fit for mate,
ne but in heauen matchable to none,
why did ye stoup vnto so lowly state.
But ye thereby much greater glory gate,

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