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Poem 93

Poem 93

TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd,
Twixt earnest and twixt game:
See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made,
If thou regard the same.
And yet thou suffrest neyther gods in sky,
Nor men in earth to rest:
But when thou art disposed cruelly,
Theyr sleepe thou doost molest.
Then eyther change thy cruelty,
Or giue lyke leaue vnto the fly.



Poem Poem 93 - Edmund Spenser