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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 wydė,
And sprinckled with such sweet variety.
That I, nigh ravisht with rare thoughts delight,
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
Guyde ye my footing, and conduct me well
1 Well, cause to flow.
In these strange wales where never foote did use,
Ne none can find but who was taught them by the Muse:
Revele to me the sacred ǹoursery
Of Vertue, which with you doth there remaine,
From view of men and wicked worlds disdaine;
Amongst them all growes not, a fayrer flowre
Of which though present age doe plenteous seêïe,,
Ye will them all but fayned showes esteeme,.. Which carry colours faire that feeble eies mistleene
But, in the triall of true Curteste,
Its now so farre from that which then it was, That it indeed is fought but forgerie,. Fashion'd to please the eies of them that pas, ➡ Which see not perfect things, but in a glas: Yet is that glasse so gay that it can. Blynd The wisest sight, to thinke gold that is bras:
1 Paine, difficulty
Boure, lodge, grow.