Sonnet 71

I JOY to see how, in your drawen work,

Your selfe unto the Bee ye doe compare;

And me unto the spyder, that doth lurke

In close awayt1 to catch her unaware.

Right so your selfe were caught in cunning snare

Of a deare foe, and thralléd2 to his love:

In whose streight3 bands ye now captivéd are

So firmely, that ye never may remove.

But as your worke is woven all above

With woodbynd flowers and fragrant eglantine4:

So sweet your prison you in time shall prove5,

With many deare delights bedeckéd fine:

And all thensforth eternall peace shall see

betweene the spyder and the gentle bee.

注释：1.awayt：伏击；埋伏。

2.thralléd：强制地。

3.streight：紧。

4.eglantine：野玫瑰。

5.prove：找到，发现。