And all the way the wanton Damsell found
New merth her passenger to entertaine;
For she in pleasaunt purpose did abound,
And greatly joyed merry tales to faine,

Of which a store-house did with her remaine:
Yet seemed, nothing well they her became;
For all her wordes she drownd with laughter vaine,
And wanted grace in utt'ring of the same,

That turned all her pleasaunce to a scoffing game.

And other whiles vaine toyes she would devize, As her fantasticke wit did most delight: Sometimes her head she fondly would aguize With gaudy girlonds, or fresh flowrets dight About her necke, 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 worke and play About her little frigot, therein making way.

Her light behaviour and loose dalliaunce
Gave wondrous great contentment to the knight,
That of his way he had no sovenaunce,

Nor care of vow'd revenge and cruell fight,

But to weake wench did yield his martiall might:
So easie was to quench his flamed minde
With one sweete drop of sensuall delight.
So easie is t'appease the stormy winde
Of malice in the calme of pleasaunt womankind.

Diverse discourses in their way they spent ; Mongst which Cymochles of her questioned Both what she was, and what that usage ment,

Which in her cott she daily practized?

'Vaine man,' (saide she) 'that wouldest be reckoned

A straunger in thy home, and ignoraunt

Of Phaedria, (for so my name is red)

Of Phaedria, thine owne fellow servaunt;

For thou to serve Acrasia thy selfe doest vaunt.

In this wide Inland sea, that hight by name
The Idle lake, my wandring ship I row,

That knowes her port, and thither sayles by ayme,
Ne care, ne feare 1 how the wind do blow,
Or whether swift I wend, or whether slow:
Both slow and swift alike do serve my tourne;
Ne swelling Neptune ne lowd thundring Jove
Can chaunge my cheare, or make me ever mourne.
My little boat can safely passe this perilous bourne.'

Whiles thus she talked, and whiles thus she toyd,
They were far past the passage which he spake,
And come unto an Island waste and voyd,
That floted in the midst of that great lake;
There her small Gondelay her port did make,
And that gay payre, issewing on the shore,
Disburdned her. Their way they forward take
Into the land that lay them faire before,

Whose pleasaunce she him shewd, and plentifull great store.

It was a chosen plott of fertile land,
Emongst wide waves sett, like a litle nest,
As if it had by Natures cunning hand
Bene choycely picked out from all the rest,
And laid forth for ensample of the best:

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,

No arborett with painted blossomes drest

And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd

To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd

No tree whose braunches did not bravely spring;

No braunch whereon a fine bird did not sitt ;

No bird but did her shrill notes sweetely sing;

No song but did containe a lovely ditt.

Trees, braunches, birds, and songs, were framed fitt
For to allure fraile mind to carelesse ease:

Carelesse the man soone woxe, and his weake witt
Was overcome of thing that did him please;

So pleased did his wrathfull purpose faire appease.

Thus when shee had his eyes and sences fed
With false delights, and fild with pleasures vayn,
Into a shady dale she soft him led,

And layd him downe upon a grassy playn;
And her sweete selfe without dread or disdayn
She sett beside, laying his head disarmd

In her loose lap, it softly to sustayn,

Where soone he slumbred fearing not be harmd:
The whiles with a love lay she thus him sweetly charmd.

'Behold, O man! that toilesome paines doest take, The flowrs, the fields, and all that pleasaunt growes. How they them selves doe thine ensample make, Whiles nothing envious nature them forth throwes Out of her fruitfull lap; how no man knowes, They spring, they bud, they blossome fresh and faire, And decke the world with their rich pompous showes; Yet no man for them taketh paines or care, Yet no man to them can his carefull paines compare.

'The lilly, Lady of the flowring field,
The flowre-deluce, her lovely Paramoure,
Bid thee to them thy fruitlesse labors yield,

And soone leave off this toylsome weary stoure:
Loe, loe! how brave she decks her bounteous boure,
With silkin curtens and gold coverletts,
Therein to shrowd her sumptuous Belamoure;
Yet nether spinnes nor cards, ne cares nor fretts,
But to her mother Nature all her cares she letts.

'Why then doest thou, O man! that of them all Art Lord, and eke of nature Soveraine,

Wilfully make thyselfe a wretched thrall,

And waste thy joyous howres in needelesse paine,
Seeking for daunger and adventures vaine?
What bootes it al to have, and nothing use?
Who shall him rew that swimming in the maine

Will die for thrist, and water doth refuse?

Refuse such fruitlesse toile, and present pleasures chuse

By this she had him lulled fast asleepe,
That of no worldly thing he care did take:
Then she with liquors strong his eies did steepe,
That nothing should him hastily awake.

So she him lefte, and did her selfe betake
Unto her boat again, with which she clefte
The slouthfull wave of that griesy lake:
Soone shee that Island far behind her lefte,

And now is come to that same place where first she wefte'.

THE CAVE OF MAMMON.

As Pilot well expert in perilous wave,
That to a stedfast starre his course hath bent,
When foggy mistes or cloudy tempests have
The faithfull light of that faire lampe yblent,
And cover'd heaven with hideous dreriment,
Upon his card and compas firmes his eye,
The maysters of his long experiment,
And to them does the steddy helme apply,
Bidding his winged vessell fairely forward fly:

So Guyon having lost his trustie guyde,
Late left beyond that Ydle lake, proceedes
Yet on his way, of none accompanyde;
And evermore himselfe with comfort feedes
Of his own vertues and praise-worthie deedes.
So, long he yode, yet no adventure found,
Which fame of her shrill trumpet worthy reedes;
For still he traveild through wide wastfull ground,
That nought but desert wildernesse shewed all around.

At last he came unto a gloomy glade,

Cover'd with boughes and shrubs from heavens light,
Whereas he sitting found in secret shade

An uncouth, salvage, and uncivile wight,
Of griesly hew and fowle ill favour'd sight;

His face with smoke was tand, and eies were bleard,
His head and beard with sout were ill bedight,

His cole-blacke hands did seeme to have been seard
In smythes fire-spitting forge, and nayles like clawes appeard.

His yron cote, all overgrowne with rust,
Was underneath enveloped with gold;

Whose glistring glosse, darkned with filthy dust,
Well yet appeared to have becne of old
A worke of rich entayle and curious mould,
Woven with antickes and wyld ymagery;
And in his lap a masse of coyne he told,
And turned upside downe, to feede his eye
And covetous desire with his huge threasury.

And round about him lay on every side
Great heapes of gold that never could be spent ;
Of which some were rude owre, not purifide
Of Mulcibers devouring element;

Some others were new driven, and distent
Into great Ingowes and to wedges square;
Some in round plates withouten moniment;
But most were stampt, and in their metal bare
The antique shapes of kings and kesars straunge and rare.

Soone as he Guyon saw, in great affright
And haste he rose for to remove aside

Those pretious hils from straungers envious sight,
And downe them poured through an hole full wide
Into the hollow earth, them there to hide.

But Guyon, lightly to him leaping, stayd
His hand that trembled as one terrifyde;

And though himselfe were at the sight dismayd,

Yet him perforce restraynd, and to him doubtfull sayd:

'What art thou, man, (if man at all thou art)

That here in desert hast thine habitaunce,
And these rich hils of welth doest hide apart
From the worldes eye, and from her right usaunce?
Thereat, with staring eyes fixed askaunce,