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And sooth, it seemes, they say; for he may not
In balefull night where all thinges are forgot:
And by succession made perpetuall, Transformed oft, and chaunged diverslie; For him the Father of all formes they call: Therfore needs mote he live, that living gives to all. There now he liveth in eternall blis,
Joying his goddesse, and of her enjoyd;
That her sweet love his malice mote avoyd,
In a strong rocky Cave, which is, they say, [may. Hewen underneath that Mount, that none him Josen
There now he lives in everlasting joy,
Which thether haunt, and with the winged boy,
Who when he hath with spoiles and cruelty
And his trew love faire Psyche with him playes, 50
After long troubles and unmeet upbrayes,
Hether great Venus brought this infant fayre,
And trained up in trew feminitee:
Then her owne daughter Pleasure, to whom shee
In which when she to perfect ripenes grew,
His feeble hart wide launched with loves cruel wownd.
But she to none of them her love did cast,
Who her would forced have to have forlore
ye may elswhere reade that ruefull history.
But well I weene, ye first desire to learne
What end unto that fearefull Damozell,
Which fledd so fast from that same foster stearne Whom with his brethren Timias slew, befell :
That was, to weet, the goodly Florimell;
Into misfortune fell, as ye did heare,
And from Prince Arthure fled with wings of idle feare.
The witches sonne loves Florimell:
IKE as an Hynd forth singled from the heard,
That hath escaped from a ravenous beast, Yet flyes away of her owne feete afeard, And every leafe, that shaketh with the least Murmure of winde, her terror hath encreast; So fledd fayre Florimell from her vaine feare, Long after she from perill was releast:
Each shade she saw, and each noyse she did heare, Did seeme to be the same which she escapt whileare. All that same evening she in flying spent, And all that night her course continewed; Ne did she let dull sleepe once to relent, Nor wearinesse to slack her hast, but fled Ever alike, as if her former dred
Were hard behind, her ready to arrest; And her white Palfrey, having conquered The maistring raines out of her weary wrest, Perforce her carried where ever he thought best. So long as breath and hable puissaunce Did native corage unto him supply, His pace he freshly forward did advaunce, And carried her beyond all jeopardy; But nought that wanteth rest can long aby: He, having through incessant traveill spent His force, at last perforce adowne did ly, Ne foot could further move. The Lady gent Thereat was suddein strook with great astonishment;
And, forst t' alight, on foot mote algates fare
Need teacheth her this lesson hard and rare,
All coverd with thick woodes that quite it overcame.
Through the tops of the high trees she did descry 5 A litle smoke, whose vapour thin and light Reeking aloft uprolled to the sky:
Which chearefull signe did send unto her sight That in the same did wonne some living wight. Eftsoones her steps she thereunto applyd, And came at last in weary wretched plight Unto the place, to which her hope did guyde, To finde some refuge there, and rest her wearie syde.
There in a gloomy hollow glen she found
A little cottage, built of stickes and reedes
Far from all neighbours, that her divelish deedes And hellish arts from people she might hide, And hurt far off unknowne whom ever she envide.
The Damzell there arriving entred in ;
Where sitting on the flore the Hag she found
Ne had one word to speake for great amaze,
But shewd by outward signes that dread her sence did daze.
At last, turning her feare to foolish wrath,
She askt, what devill had her thether brought,
That crave but rowme to rest while tempest overblo'th."
With that adowne out of her christall eyne
Few trickling teares she softly forth let fall, That like to orient perles did purely shyne Upon her snowy cheeke; and therewithall She sighed soft, that none so bestiall Nor salvage hart, but ruth of her sad plight Would make to melt, or pitteously appall; And that vile Hag, all were her whole delight In mischiefe, was much moved at so pitteous sight;
And gan recomfort her in her rude wyse,
With womanish compassion of her plaint,
Sith brought she was now to so hard constraint
Tho gan she gather up her garments rent,
And her loose lockes to dight in order dew