Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 60 lyrics

They that in course of heavenly spheares are skild, To every planet point his sundry yeare: in which her circles voyage is fulfild, as Mars in three score yeares doth run his spheare. So since the winged God his planet cleare began in me to move, one yeare is spent: the which doth longer unto me appeare, then al those fourty which my life outwent. Then by that count, which lovers books invent, the spheare of Cupid fourty yeares containes: which I have wasted in long languishment, that seemd the longer for my greater paines. But let my loves fayre Planet short her wayes this yeare ensuing, or else short my dayes.