Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 24 lyrics

When I behold that beauties wonderment, And rare perfection of each goodly part: of natures sk** the only complement, I honor and admire the makers art. But when I feele the bitter balefull smart, which her fayre eyes unwares doe worke in mee: that d**h out of theyr shiny beames doe dart, I thinke that I a new Pandora see, Whom all the Gods in councell did agree, into this sinfull world from heaven to send: that she to wicked men a scourge should bee, for all their faults with which they did offend. But since ye are my scourge I will intreat, that for my faults ye will me gently beat.