| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Amoretti and Epithalamion | | Sonnet LXXXII. Joy of my life! full oft for loving you | | Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599) |
| | | 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 | 5 |
| In this as in the rest, ye mote invent | |
| Some heavenly wit, whose verse could have enchased | |
| Your glorious name in golden monument. | |
| But since ye deigned so goodly to relent | |
| To me your thrall, in whom is little worth; | 10 |
| 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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