Sonnet X – Edmund Spenser

VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this, 

That me thou makest thus tormented be: 

the whiles she lordeth in licentious blisse 

of her freewill, scorning both thee and me. 

See how the Tyrannesse doth ioy to see 

the huge massacres which her eyes do make: 

and humbled harts brings captiues vnto thee, 

that thou of them mayst mightie vengeance take. 

But her proud hart doe thou a little shake 

and that high look, with which she doth comptroll 

all this worlds pride bow to a baser make, 

and al her faults in thy black booke enroll. 

That I may laugh at her in equall sort, 

as she doth laugh at me & makes my pain her sport.

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