Make haste therefòre, sweet love, whilst it is prime;
For none can call again the passéd time.
Note 1. I insert this sonnet on account of the picture at the beginning, which is agreeably in the taste of the age. The sonnet looks like a “Valentine.” In the word “make”—mate—in the eleventh line, which rhymes with the same word in another sense, Spenser avails himself, as he frequently does, of a privilege common to poetry in many other countries, Italy included. [back]
