| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Amoretti and Epithalamion | | Sonnet LXVI. To all those happy blessings, which ye have | | Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599) |
| | | TO all those happy blessings, which ye have | |
| With plenteous hand by heaven upon you thrown; | |
| This one disparagement they to you gave, | |
| That ye your love lent to so mean a one. | |
| Ye, whose high worth’s surpassing paragon | 5 |
| Could not on earth have found one fit for mate, | |
| Ne but in heaven matchable to none, | |
| Why did ye stoop unto so lowly state? | |
| But ye thereby much greater glory gat, | |
| Than had ye sorted with a prince’s peer: | 10 |
| For, now your light doth more itself dilate, | |
| And, in my darkness, greater doth appear. | |
| Yet, since your light hath once illumined me, | |
| With my reflex yours shall increased be. | | | | |
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