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{{quote|What guile is this, that those her golden tresses,<br />
{{quote|What guile is this, that those her golden tresses,
She doth attire under a net of gold: <br />
She doth attire under a net of gold:
And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses, <br />
And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses,
That which is gold or hair, may scarce be told? <br />
That which is gold or hair, may scarce be told?
Is it that men's frail eyes, which gaze too bold,<br />
Is it that men's frail eyes, which gaze too bold,
She may entangle in that golden snare: <br />
She may entangle in that golden snare:
And being caught may craftily enfold, <br />
And being caught may craftily enfold,
Their weaker hearts, which are not well aware? <br />
Their weaker hearts, which are not well aware?
Take heed therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare<br />
Take heed therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net, <br />
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net,
In which if ever ye entrapped are, <br />
In which if ever ye entrapped are,
Out of her bands ye by no means shall get. <br />
Out of her bands ye by no means shall get.
Fondness it were for any being free,<br />
Fondness it were for any being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden be. |'''Edmund Spenser'''}}
To covet fetters, though they golden be. |'''Edmund Spenser'''}}



Latest revision as of 13:11, 8 August 2014


What guile is this, that those her golden tresses,
She doth attire under a net of gold:
And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses,
That which is gold or hair, may scarce be told?
Is it that men's frail eyes, which gaze too bold,
She may entangle in that golden snare:
And being caught may craftily enfold,
Their weaker hearts, which are not well aware?
Take heed therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net,
In which if ever ye entrapped are,
Out of her bands ye by no means shall get.
Fondness it were for any being free,

To covet fetters, though they golden be.
Edmund Spenser
I'd imagined people shaking their heads in admiration for the unknown assailant, secretly wishing they'd done it themselves. Because everyone knew she deserved it -- Kayla Morton was a mean, stuck-up girl, and so vain about that long golden hair.
Erin Chaney, Pretty Is