Good Master H

Edmund Spenser (c. 1552–1599) · 1595

iambic pentameter · 6 lines · from Amoretti and Epithalamion, and Other Poems

See yee the blindefolded pretie god, that feathered archer,Of louers miseries which maketh his bloodie game?Wote ye why his moother with a veale hath coouered his face?Trust me, least he my looue happely chaunce to beholde.

That which I eate, did I ioy, and that which I greedily gorged;As for those many goodly matters leaft I for others.

Words in this poem

gorged a.
Having a gorge or throat.
goodly a.
Pleasant; agreeable; desirable. [OE. godlich, AS. g. See Good, and Like.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Good Master H is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 5, Project Gutenberg ebook #10602; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

Good Master H is 6 lines in 2 stanzas. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter.

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Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
See yee the blindefolded pretie god, that feathered archer,15···········/˘/˘
Of louers miseries which maketh his bloodie game?11··/˘·······
Wote ye why his moother with a veale hath coouered his face?13·············
Trust me, least he my looue happely chaunce to beholde.13·············
That which I eate, did I ioy, and that which I greedily gorged;14···········/˘·
As for those many goodly matters leaft I for others.13···//˘/˘···/˘

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