Edmund Spenser(1552–1599)

Sonnet 71 ("I joy to see how in your drawen work")

I joy to see how in your drawen work,8

Your selfe unto the Bee ye doe compare;

And me unto the Spyder that doth lurke,

In close 0 awayt to catch her unaware.secret / ambush

Right so your selfe were caught in cunning snare

Of a deare foe, and thralled 0 to his love:enslaved

In whose streight 0 bands ye now captived aretight

So firmely, that ye never may remove.

But as your worke is woven all about,

With woodbynd flowers and fragranthoneysuckle

Enlantine:sweethriar

So sweet your prison you in time shall prove,find

With many deare delights bedecked fyne.

And all thensforth eternall peace shall see

Betweene the Spyder and the gentle Bee.