It was not, Britomart, thy wandring eye
Glauncing unwares in charmed looking glass,
But the straight course of heavenly destiny,
Led with eternall providence, that has
Guided thy glaunce, to bring his will to pas:
Ne is thy fate, ne is thy fortune ill,
To love the prowest knight, that ever was
Therefore submit thy wayes unto his will,
And do by all dew means thy destiny fulfill.
---Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queen (1590)
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