Edmund Spenser (c. 1552–1599)

To the Right Worshipfull Sir Robart Needham Knight

G: W. senior, to the Author

To the Author

Sonnet I (Happy ye leaues when as those lilly hands)

Sonnet II (Vnquiet thought, whom at the first I bred)

Sonnet III (The souerayne beauty which I doo admyre)

Sonnet IIII (New yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate)

Sonnet V (Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire)

Sonnet VI (Be nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind)

Sonnet VII (Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart)

Sonnet VIII (More then most faire, full of the liuing fire)

Sonnet IX (Long-while I sought to what I might compare)

Sonnet X (Vnrighteous Lord of loue what law is this)

Sonnet XI (Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace)

Sonnet XII (One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies)

Sonnet XIII (In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth)

Sonnet XIIII (Retourne agayne my forces late dismayd)

Sonnet XV (Ye tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle)

Sonnet XVI (One day as I vnwarily did gaze)

Sonnet XVII (The glorious pourtraict of that Angels face)

Sonnet XVIII (The rolling wheele that runneth often round)

Sonnet XIX (The merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring)

Sonnet XX (In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace)

Sonnet XXI (Was it the worke of nature or of Art)

Sonnet XXII (This holy season fit to fast and pray)

Sonnet XXIII (Penelope for her Vlisses sake)

Sonnet XXIIII (When I behold that beauties wonderment)

Sonnet XXV (How long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure)

Sonnet XXVI (Sweet is the Rose, but growes vpon a brere)

Sonnet XXVII (Faire proud now tell me why should faire be proud)

Sonnet XXVIII (The laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare)

Sonnet XXIX (See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue)

Sonnet XXX (My loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre)

Sonnet XXXI (Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart)

Sonnet XXXII (The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat)

Sonnet XXXIII (Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny)

Sonnet XXXIIII (Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde)

Sonnet XXXV (My hungry eyes, through greedy couetize)

Sonnet XXXVI (Tell me when shall these wearie woes haue end)

Sonnet XXXVII (What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses)

Sonnet XXXVIII (Arion, when through tempests cruel wracke)

Sonnet XXXIX (Sweet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue)

Sonnet XL (Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare)

Sonnet XLI (Is it her nature or is it her will)

Sonnet XLII (The loue which me so cruelly tormenteth)

Sonnet XLIII (Shall I then silent be or shall I speake?)

Sonnet XLIIII (When those renoumed noble Peres of Greece)

Sonnet XLV (Leaue lady in your glasse of christall clene)

Sonnet XLVI (When my abodes prefixed time is spent)

Sonnet XLVII (Trust not the treason of those smyling lookes)

Sonnet XLVIII (Innocent paper whom too cruell hand)

Sonnet XLIX (Fayre cruell, why are ye so fierce and cruell?)

Sonnet L (Long languishing in double malady)

Sonnet LI (Doe I not see that fayrest ymages)

Sonnet LII (So oft as homeward I from her depart)

Sonnet LIII (The Panther knowing that his spotted hyde)

Sonnet LIIII (Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay)

Sonnet LV (So oft as I her beauty doe behold)

Sonnet LVI (Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and vnkind)

Sonnet LVII (Sweet warriour when shall I haue peace with you?)

Sonnet LVIII (Weake is th’assurance that weake flesh reposeth)

Sonnet LIX (Thrise happie she, that is so well assured)

Sonnet LX (They that in course of heauenly spheares are skild)

Sonnet LXI (The glorious image of the makers beautie)

Sonnet LXII (The weary yeare his race now hauing run)

Sonnet LXIII (After long stormes and tempests sad assay)

Sonnet LXIIII (Comming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found))

Sonnet LXV (The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine)

Sonnet LXVI (To all those happy blessings which ye haue)

Sonnet LXVII (Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace)

Sonnet LXVIII (Most glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day)

Sonnet LXIX (The famous warriors of the anticke world)

Sonnet LXX (Fresh spring the herald of loues mighty king)

Sonnet LXXI (I ioy to see how in your drawen work)

Sonnet LXXII (Oft when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges)

Sonnet LXXIII (Being my selfe captyued here in care)

Sonnet LXXIIII (Most happy letters fram’d by skilfull trade)

Sonnet LXXV (One day I wrote her name vpon the strand)

Sonnet LXXVI (Fayre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure)

Sonnet LXXVII (Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne)

Sonnet LXXVIII (Lackyng my loue I go from place to place)

Sonnet LXXIX (Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it)

Sonnet LXXX (After so long a race as I haue run)

Sonnet LXXXI (Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares)

Sonnet LXXXII (Ioy of my life, full oft for louing you)

Sonnet LXXXIII (My hungry eyes, through greedy couetize)

Sonnet LXXXIIII (Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre)

Sonnet LXXXV (The world that cannot deeme of worthy things)

Sonnet LXXXVI (Venemous toung tipt with vile adders sting)

Sonnet LXXXVII (Since I did leaue the presence of my loue)

Sonnet LXXXVIII (Since I haue lackt the comfort of that light)

Sonnet LXXXIX (Lyke as the Culuer on the bared bough)

In youth before I waxed old

As Diane hunted on a day

I saw in secret to my Dame

Vpon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring

Epithalamion