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FAIRY QUEEN, Book I. Cantó 5.



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So wept Duessa until eventide,
That shining lamps in love's high house were light;
Then forth she rose, no longer would abide,
But comes unto the place where th' heathen knight,
In slumb'ring swoond, nigh void of vital sp'rit,
Lay cover'd with enchanted cloud all day;
Whom, when she found, as she him left in plight,
To wail his woeful case she would not stay,
But to the eastern coast of Heaven makes speedy way.

Where grisly Night, with visage deadly sad,
That Phæbus' cheerful face durst never view,
And in a foul black pitchy mantle clad,
She finds forthcoming from her darksome mew,
Where she all day did hide her hated hue.
Before the door her iron chariot stood,
Already harnessed for journey new;
And coal-black steeds, yborn of hellish blood,
That on their rusty bits did champ as they were wood.

So well they sped, that they be come at length
Unto the place whereas the Paynim lay,
Devoid of outward sense and native strength,

Covered, with charmed cloud, from view of day
And sight of men, since bis late luckless fray.
His cruel wounds with cruddy blood congeald,
They binden up so wisely as they may,
And handle softly till they can be heald :
So lay him in her chari't, close in Night conceal'd.

And all the while she stood upon the ground,
The wakeful dogs did never cease to bay,
As giving warning of th' unwonted sound,
With which her iron wheels did them affray,
And her dark grisly look them much dismay;
The messenger of death, the ghastly owl,
With dreary shrieks did also her bewray;
And hungry wolves continually did howl
At her abhorred face, so filthy and so foul.

By that same way the direful dames do drive
Their mournful chariot, fill’d with rusty blood,
And down to Pluto's house are come bilivel;
Which passing through, on every side them stood
The trembling ghosts, with sad amazed mood,
Chattering their iron teeth, and staring wide
With stony eyes; and all the hellish brood
Of fiends infernal flock'd on every side
To gaze on earthly wight, that with the Night durst

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FAIRY QUEEN, Book 11. Canto 6.
A HARDER lesson to learn continence
In joyous pleasure than in grievous pain;
For sweetness doth allure the weaker sense
So strongly, that uneathes it can refrain
From that which feeble nature covets fain;
But grief and wrath, that be her enemies
And foes of life, she better can restrain :
Yet virtue vaunts in both her victories,
And Guyon in them all shews goodly masteries.

Whom bold Cymochles travelling to find,
With cruel purpose bent to wreak on him
The wrath which Atin kindled in his mind,
Came to a river, by whose utmost brim
Waiting to pass, he saw whereas did swim
Along the shore, as swift as glance of eye,
A little gondelay, bedecked trim
With boughs and arbours woven cunningly,
That like a little forest seemed outwardly;

And therein gate a lady fresh and fair,
Making sweet solace to herself alone;
Sometimes she sung as loud as lark in air,
Sometimes she laugh'd, that nigh her breath was

Yet was there not with her else any one,
That to her might move cause of merriment;
Matter of mirth enough, though there were none,

She could devise, and thousand ways invent
To feel her foolish humour and vain jolliment.

Which when fạr off, Cymochles heard and saw,
He loudly called to such as were aboard
The little bark, unto the shore to draw,
And him to ferry over that deep ford:

mariner unto his word
Soon heark’ned, and her painted boat straightway
Turned to the shore, where that same warlike lord
She in received; but Atin by no way
She would admit, albe the knight her much did


Eftsoons her shallow ship away did slide,
More swift than swallow sheers the liquid sky,
Withouten oar or pilot it to guide,
Or winged canvas with the wind to fly:
Only she turned a pin, and by and by
It cut away upon the yielding wave;
Ne cared she her course for to apply,
For it was taught the way which she would have,
And both from rocks and flats itself could wisely


And all the way the wanton damsel found
New mirth her passenger to entertain ;
For she in pleasant purpose did abound,
And greatly joyed merry tales to feign,
Of which a store-house did with her remain,

Yet seemed nothing well they her becaine ;
For all her words she drown'd with laughter vain,
And wanted grace in uttring of the same,
That turned all her pleasaunce to a scoffing game.

And other whiles vain toys she would devise
As her fantastic wit did most delight:
Sometimes ber head she fondly would aguize
With gaudy garlands, or fresh flowrets dight
About her neck, or rings of rushes plight:
Sometimes to do him laugh, she would assay
To laugh at shaking of the leaves light,
Or to behold the water work and play
About her little frigate, therein making way.

Her light behaviour and loose dalliance
Gave wondrous great contentment to the knight,
That of his way he had no sovenaunce,
Nor care of vow'd revenge and cruel fight,
But to weak wench did yield his martial might:
So easy was to quench his flamed mind
With one sweet drop of sensual delight;
So easy is t' appease the stormy wind
Of malice in the calm of pleasant womankind.

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Diverse discourses in their way they spent; 'Mongst which Cymochles of her questioned Both what she was, and what the usage meant, Which in her cot she daily practised ? . “ Vain man!” said she, “ that wouldst be reckoned

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