Edmund Spenser - Poem 97 lyrics

THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured, of that his malady: But he soone after fresh againe enured, his former cruelty. And since that time he wounded hath my selfe with his sharpe dart of loue: And now forgets the cruell carelesse elfe, his mothers heast to proue. So now I languish till he please, my pining anguish to appease.