| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Amoretti and Epithalamion | | Sonnet XXXIII. Great wrong I do, I can it not deny | | Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599) |
| | | GREAT wrong I do, I can it not deny, | |
| To that most sacred Empress, my dear dread, | |
| Not finishing her Queen of Faery, | |
| That mote enlarge her living praises, dead. | |
| But Lodwick, this of grace to me aread; | 5 |
| Do ye not think th’ accomplishment of it | |
| Sufficient work for one man’s simple head, | |
| All were it, as the rest, but rudely writ? | |
| How then should I, without another wit, | |
| Think ever to endure so tedious toil! | 10 |
| Sith that this one is toss’d with troublous fit | |
| Of a proud love, that doth my spirit spoil. | |
| Cease then, till she vouchsafe to grant me rest; | |
| Or lend you me another living breast. | | | | |
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