| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Amoretti and Epithalamion | | Sonnet VIII. More than most fair, full of the living fire | | Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599) |
| | | MORE than most fair, full of the living fire, | |
| Kindled above unto the Maker near; | |
| No eyes but joys, in which all powers conspire, | |
| That to the world naught else be counted dear; | |
| Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest | 5 |
| Shoot out his darts to base affections wound; | |
| But Angels come to lead frail minds to rest | |
| In chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. | |
| You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; | |
| You stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak; | 10 |
| You calm the storm that passion did begin, | |
| Strong through your cause, but by your virtue weak. | |
| Dark is the world, where your light shined never; | |
| Well is he born, that may behold you ever. | | | | |
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