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By Edmund Spenser

Joy of my life, full oft for loving you

    I bless my lot, that was so lucky placed:

    But then the more your own mishap I rue,

    That are so much by so mean love embased.

For had the equal heavens so much you graced

    In this as in the rest, ye might invent

    Some heavenly wit, whose verse could have enchased

    Your glorious name in golden monument.

But since ye deign’d so goodly to relent

    To me your thrall, in whom is little worth,

    That little that I am shall all be spent

    In setting your immortal praises forth;

Whose lofty argument uplifting me

    Shall lift you up unto an high degree.


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Edmund Spenser
Edmund Spenser was a master of the English language and is considered one of its preeminent poets. Born in London in the sixteenth century, he wrote his classic epic poem, The Faerie Queen, in honor of Queen Elizabeth I and in celebration of the Tudor dynasty. Among his many contributions to English literature, he is the originator and namesake of the Spenserian stanza and Spenserian sonnet.

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