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THE SIXTH BOOKE
THE FAERIE QUEENE
THE LEGEND OF SIR CALIDORE, OR OF COURTESIE.
THE waies, through which my weary steps I guyde
In this delightfull land of Faëry,
Are so exceeding spacious and wyde,
And sprinckled with such sweet variety
Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye,
And, when I gin to feele decay of might,
It strength to me supplies and chears my dulled spright.
Such secret comfort and such heavenly pleasures,
And there the keeping have of Learnings threasures
Which doe all worldly riches farre excell,
Well, cause to flow.
2 Fury, inspiration.
In these strange waies where never foote did use,
Ne none can find but who was taught them by the Muse:
Revele to me the sacred noursery
Of Vertue, which with you doth there remaine,
Amongst them all growes not a fayrer flowre
And spreds itselfe through all civilitie :
Of which though present age doe plenteous seeme,
Ye will them all but fayned showes esteeme,
But, in the triall of true Curtesie,
Its now so farre from that which then it was,
1 Paine, difficulty.
3 Bowre, lodge, grow.
4 Misdeeme, judge wrongly of.