Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 23 lyrics

Penelope for her Ulisses sake, Deviz'd a Web her wooers to deceave: in which the worke that she all day did make the same at night she did againe unreave, Such subtile craft my Damzell doth conceave, th'importune suit of my desire to shonne: for all that I in many dayes doo weave, in one short houre I find by her undonne. So when I thinke to end that I begonne, I must begin and never bring to end: for with one looke she spils that long I sponne, and with one word my whole years work doth rend. Such labour like the Spyders web I fynd, whose fruitlesse worke is broken with least wynd.