TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd,
twixt earnest and twixt game:
See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made,
if thou regard the same.
And yet thou suffrest neyther gods in sky,
nor men in earth to rest:
But when thou art disposed cruelly,
theyr sleepe thou doost molest.
Then eyther change thy cruelty,
or giue lyke leaue vnto the fly.
(Edmund Spenser)
More Poetry from Edmund Spenser:
- The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
- The Shepheardes Calender: September (Edmund Spenser Poems)
- An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
- An Hymne of Heavenly Love (Edmund Spenser Poems)
- An Hymne Of Heavenly Beautie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
- An Hymne In Honour Of Love (Edmund Spenser Poems)