Amoretti LXXI: I joy to see how in your drawen work

By Edmund Spenser

I joy to see how in your drawen work,

Your selfe unto the Bee ye doe compare;

And me unto the Spyder that doth lurke,

In close awayt to catch her unaware.

Right so your selfe were caught in cunning snare

Of a deare for, and thralled to his love:

In whose streight bands ye now captived are

So firmely, that ye never may remove.

But as your whole worke is woven all about,

With woodbynd flowers and fragrant Enlantine:

So sweet your prison you in time shall prove,

With many deare delights bedecked fyne,

And all thensforth eternall peace shall see

Betweene the Spyder and the gentle Bee.