spenser: happy ye leaves when as though lilly hands,
divine postman: which hold my life in their dead doing might
spenser: shall handle you and hold in loves soft bands,
divine postman: lyke captives trembling at the victors sight.
spenser: and happy lines, on which with starry light,
divine postman: those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look
spenser: and reade the sorrowes of my dying spright, written with teares in harts close bleeding book.
divine postman: and happy rymes bathed in the sacred brooke, of helicon whence she derived is. only one way there is to go.
spenser: i will take the long way round as i should. when ye behold that angels blessed looke,
divine postman: my soules long lacked foode, my heavens blis.
spenser: leaves, lines, and rymes, seek her to please alone,
divine postman: whom if ye please, i care for other none. only that my soul receives joy from thy divine lines.
spenser: in all things divine postman, it is best to write what you like; not what others demand you to write.
divine postman: how shallow and vain are their affections spenser blowing hot today and cold tomorrow.
spenser: what matters most is that a man finds love in his art.
divine postman: and as he waits his words will come to life. and those who thirst will drink.