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AMORETTI: 57 by EDMUND SPENSER

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First Line: SWEET WARRIOR! WHEN SHALL I HAVE PEACE WITH YOU?
Last Line: THAT AL MY WOUNDS WIL HEALE IN LITTLE SPACE.
Subject(s): LOVE – UNREQUITED; RECONCILIATION;
Sweet warriour, when shall I have peace with you?
High time it is this warre now ended were:
Which I no lenger can endure to sue,
Ne your incessant battry more to beare.
So weake my powres, so sore my wounds appeare,
That wonder is how I should live a jot,
Seeing my hart through launched every where
With thousand arrowes which your eies have shot:
Yet shoot ye sharpely still, and spare me not,
But glory thinke to make these cruel stoures.
Ye cruell one! what glory can be got,
In slaying him that would live gladly yours?
Make peace therefore, and graunt me timely grace,
That al my wounds wil heale in little space.



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