<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XVII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THe glorious portraict of that Angels face,<br>Made to amaze weake mens confused skil:<br>and this worlds worthlesse glory to embase,<br>what pen, what pencill can expresse her fill?<br>For though he colours could deuize at will,<br>and eke his learned hand at pleasure guide:<br>least trembling it his wormanship should spill,<br>yet many wondrous things there are beside.<br>The sweet eye-glaunces, that like arrowes glide,<br>the charming smiles, that rob sence from the hart:<br>the louely pleasance and the lofty pride,<br>cannot expressed be by any art.<br>A greater craftesmans hand thereto doth neede,<br>that can expresse the life of things indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374471" data-title="Sonnet XVII de Edmund Spenser" data-description="THe glorious portraict of that Angels face, Made to amaze weake mens confused skil: and this worlds worthlesse glory to embase, what pen, what pencill can expresse her fill? For though he colours could deuize at will, and eke his learned hand at p..."></div> </div> </div>

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