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Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 31. Ah! why hath Nature to so hard a hart

Ah! why hath Nature to so hard a hart
Given so goodly giftes of beauties grace,
Whose pryde depraves each other better part,
And all those pretious ornaments deface?
Sith to all other beastes of bloody race
A dreadfull countenance she given hath,
That with theyr terrour all the rest may chace,
And warne to shun the daunger of theyr wrath.
But my proud one doth worke the greater scath*,
Through sweet allurement of her lovely hew,
That she the better may in bloody bath
Of such poore thralls her cruell hands embrew.
  But did she know how ill these two accord,
  Such cruelty she would have soone abhord.

[* Scath, injury.] 

Edmund Spenser's other poems:
  1. Amoretti 64. Comming to kisse her lyps
  2. Amoretti 21. Was it the worke of Nature or of Art
  3. Amoretti 16. One day as I unwarily did gaze
  4. Amoretti 69. The famous warriors of the anticke world
  5. Amoretti 83. Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre

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