THE FOURTH BOOKE

OF

THE FAERIE QUEENE,

CONTAINING

THE LEGEND OF CAMBEL AND TRIAMOND, OR OF

FRIENDSHIP.

1

The rugged forhead, that with grave foresight
Welds kingdomes causes and affaires of state,
My looser rimes, I wote, doth sharply wite
For praising love as I have done of late,
And magnifying lovers deare debate;
By which fraile youth is oft to follie led,
Through false allurement of that pleasing baite,

That better were in vertues discipled,
Then with vaine poemes weeds to have their fancies

fed.

2 Such ones iil iudge of love, that cannot love,

Ne in their frosen hearts feele kindly flame:

1 Wite, blame.

I. 1.

The rugged forhead.] The Lord Treasurer Burleigh is supposed to be hinted at in these verges.

Forthy they ought not thing unknowne reprove,
Ne naturall affection faultlesse blame
For fault of few that have abusd the same:
For it of honor and all vertue is
The roote, and brings forth glorious flowres of fame,

That crowne true lovers with immortall blis,
The meed of them that love, and do not live amisse.

3 Which who so list looke backe to former ages,
And call to count the things that then were donne,
Shall find that all the workes of those wise sages,
And brave exploits which great heroës wonne,
In love were either ended or begunne:
Witnesse the Father of Philosophie,
Which to his Critias, shaded oft from sunne,

Of love full manie lessons did apply,
The which these Stoicke censours cannot well deny.

4 To such therefore I do not sing at all;

But to that sacred Saint my soveraigne Queene,
In whose chast breast all bountie naturall
And treasures of true love enlocked beene,
Bove all her sexe that ever yet was seene:
To her I sing of love, that loveth best,
And best is lov'd of all alive weene;

To her this song most fitly is addrest,
The Queene of love, and Prince of peace from heaven

blest.

6 Which that she may the better deigne to heare,

Do thou, dred Infant, Venus dearling dove,

From her high spirit chase imperious feare,
And use of awfull maiestie remove:
In sted thereof with drops of melting love,
Deawd with ambrosiall kisses, by thee gotten
From thy sweete smyling mother from above,

Sprinckle her heart, and haughtie courage soften, That she may hearke to love, and reade this lesson often.

V. 3. — Imperious feare.] Feare here means that which inspires fear in others. H.

V. 5. — With drops of melting love, &c.] Elizabeth, when this portion of the poem was published, was over sixty years old. H.