Amoretti Sonnet LXXVII

by Edmund Spenser

Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?
A goodly table of pure yvory,
All spred with juncats, fit to entertayne
The greatest Prince with pompous roialty?
Mongst which, there in a silver dish did ly
Two golden apples of unvalewd price;
Far passing those which Atalanta did entice:
Exceeding sweet, yet voyd of sinfull vice;
That man sought, yet none could ever taste;
Sweet fruit of pleasure, brought from paradice
By Love himselfe, and in his garden plaste!
Her brest that table was, so richly spredd;
My thoughts the guests which would thereon have fedd.