“My love is like to ice, and I to fire;/How comes it then that this her cold so great/Is not dissolved by my so hot desire…”
In these opening lines from Spencer’s Sonnet 30, what is the speaker lamenting?
(1 point)
Responses
the brevity of life
the brevity of life
unreciprocated love
unreciprocated love
his unending poverty
his unending poverty
his physical discomfort