Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 7. Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart

Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart,
What wondrous vertue is contayn’d in you,
The which both lyfe and death forth from you dart
Into the obiect of your mighty view?
For when ye mildly looke with lovely hew,
Then is my soule with life and love inspired:
But when ye lowre, or looke on me askew,
Then do I die, as one with lightning fyred.
But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,
Looke ever lovely, as becomes you best;
That your bright beams, of my weak eies admyred,
May kindle living fire within my brest.
   Such life should be the honor of your light,
   Such death the sad ensample of your might. 

1. Amoretti 61. The glorious image of the Makers beautie
2. Amoretti 10. Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this
3. Amoretti 24. When I behold that beauties wonderment
4. Amoretti 36. Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end
5. Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd

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