Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 84 lyrics

Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre breake out, that may her sacred peace molest: ne one light glance of sensuall desyre: Attempt to work her gentle mindes unrest. But pure affections bred in spotlesse brest, and modest thoughts breathd from wel tempred sprites goe visit her in her chast bowre of rest, accompanyde with angelick delightes. There fill your selfe with those most joyous sights, the which my selfe could never yet attayne: but speake no word to her of these sad plights, which her too constant stiffenesse doth constrayn. Onely behold her rare perfection, and blesse your fortunes fayre election.