Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Amoretti and EpithalamionSonnet LXXXV. Venomous tongue tippd with vile adders sting
Edmund Spenser (1552?1599)V
Of that self kind with which the Furies fell
Their snaky heads do comb, from which a spring
Of poisoned words and spiteful speeches well;
Let all the plagues, and horrid pains, of hell
Upon thee fall for thine accursed hire
That with false forged lies, which thou didst tell,
In my true love did stir up coals of ire,
The sparks whereof let kindle thine own fire,
And, catching hold on thine own wicked head,
Consume thee quite, that didst with guile conspire
In my sweet peace such breaches to have bred!
Shame be thy meed, and mischief thy reward,
Due to thy self, that it for me prepared!