Saturday, November 25, 2017

Ah God, what other could he do at least, | But loue so faire a Lady?

But foolish boy, what bootes thy seruice bace | To her, to whom the heauens do serue and sew? | Thou a meane Squire, of meeke and lowly place, | She heauenly borne, and of celestiall hew. | How then? of all loue taketh equall vew: | And doth not highest God vouchsafe to take | The loue and seruice of the basest  crew? | If she will not, dye meekly for her sake; | Dye rather, dye, then euer so faire loue forsake.

     Edmund Spenser, The faerie queene III.v.47.

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