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AMORETTI: 33 by EDMUND SPENSER

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First Line: GREAT WRONG I DO, I CAN IT NOT DENY
Last Line: OR LEND YOU ME ANOTHER LIVING BREST.
Subject(s): POETRY & POETS;
Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny,
To that most sacred empresse, my dear dred,
Not finishing her Queene of Faery,
That mote enlarge her living prayses, dead.
But Lod wick, this of grace to me aread:
Do ye not thinck th' accomplishment of it
Sufficient worke for one mans simple head,
All were it, as the rest, but rudely writ?
How then should I, without another wit,
Thinck ever to endure so taedious toyle,
Sins that this one is tost with troublous fit
Of a proud love, that doth my spirite spoyle?
Cease then, till she vouchsafe to grawnt me rest,
Or lend you me another living brest.



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