Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 41 lyrics

Is it her nature or is it her will, to be so cruell to an humbled foe? if nature, then she may it mend with sk**, if will, then she at will may will forgoe. But if her nature and her wil be so, that she will plague the man that loves her most: and take delight t'encrease a wretches woe, then all her natures goodly guifts are lost. And that same glorious beauties ydle boast, is but a bayt such wretches to beguile as, being long in her loves tempest tost, she meanes at last to make her piteous spoyle. O fayrest fayre let never it be named, that so fayre beauty was so fowly shamed.