Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AMORETTI: 37, by EDMUND SPENSER


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AMORETTI: 37, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: What guile is this, that those her golden tresses
Last Line: To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
Alternate Author Name(s): Clout, Colin
Variant Title(s): "what Guyle Is This, That Those Her Golden Tresses,"";
Subject(s): Hair; Innocence; Love


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 wel 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.
Fondnesse it were for any, being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden bee.





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