Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Spenser: Sonnet 37
What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses
She doth attyre under a net of gold:
and with sly skill so cunningly them dresses
that which is gold or heare may scarse be told?
Is it that mens frayle eyes, which gaze too bold,
she may entangle in that golden snare:
and being caught may craftily enfold
theyr weaker harts, which are not well aware?
Take heed therefore, myne eyes, how ye doe stare
henceforth too rashly on that guilefull net,
in which if ever ye entrapped are,
out of her bands ye by no meanes shall get.
Fondness it were for any being free,
to covet fetters, though they golden bee.
[yes, the spelling etc is accurate.]
She doth attyre under a net of gold:
and with sly skill so cunningly them dresses
that which is gold or heare may scarse be told?
Is it that mens frayle eyes, which gaze too bold,
she may entangle in that golden snare:
and being caught may craftily enfold
theyr weaker harts, which are not well aware?
Take heed therefore, myne eyes, how ye doe stare
henceforth too rashly on that guilefull net,
in which if ever ye entrapped are,
out of her bands ye by no meanes shall get.
Fondness it were for any being free,
to covet fetters, though they golden bee.
[yes, the spelling etc is accurate.]
Thursday, October 02, 2008
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