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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Amoretti and Epithalamion
Sonnet XXXVII. What guile is this, that those her golden tresses
Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599)
 
WHAT guile is this, that those her golden tresses
She doth attire under a net of gold;
And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses,
That which is gold, or hair, may scarce be told?
Is it that men’s frail eyes, which gaze too bold,        5
She may entangle in that golden snare;
And, being caught, may craftily enfold
Their weaker hearts, which are not well aware?
Take heed, therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net,        10
In which, if ever ye entrapped are,
Out of her bands ye by no means shall get.
  Fondness it were for any, being free,
  To covet fetters, though they golden be!
 
 
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