| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Amoretti and Epithalamion | | Sonnet LVII. Sweet warrior! when shall I have peace with you | | Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599) |
| | | SWEET warrior! when shall I have peace with you | |
| High time it is this war now ended were | |
| Which I no longer can endure to sue, | |
| Ne your incessant batt’ry more to bear: | |
| So weak my powers, so sore my wounds, appear, | 5 |
| That wonder is how I should live a jot, | |
| Seeing my heart through-lanced everywhere | |
| With thousand arrows, which your eyes have shot: | |
| Yet shoot ye sharply still, and spare me not, | |
| But glory think to make these cruel stours, | 10 |
| Ye cruel one! what glory can be got, | |
| In slaying him that would live gladly yours! | |
| Make peace therefore, and grant me timely grace, | |
| That all my wounds will heal in little space. | | | | |
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