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Amoretti: Sonnet 44 - Edmund Spenser
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Amoretti: Sonnet 44 Edmund Spenser

Amoretti: Sonnet 44 - Edmund Spenser
When those renoumed noble Peres of Greece,
    thrugh stubborn pride amongst themselues did jar
    forgetfull of the famous golden fleece,
    then Orpheus with his harp theyr strife did bar.
But this continuall cruell civill warre,
    the which my selfe against my selfe doe make:
    whilest my weak powres of passions warreid arre,
    no skill can stint nor reason can aslake.
But when in hand my tunelesse harp I take,
    then doe I more augment my foes despight:
    and griefe renew, and passions doe awake,
    to battaile fresh against my selfe to fight.
Mongst whome the more I seeke to settle peace,
    the more I fynd their malice to increace.
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