MATTHEW ROYDON.

EDMUND SPENSER.

bed;

Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest | Did never muse inspire beneath
A poet's brain with finer store.
He wrote of love with high conceit
And beauty reared above her height.

A chamber deaf to noise and blind to
light;

A rosy garland, and a weary head.
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in

me

Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.

EDMUND SPENSER.

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