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Thus being enter'd, they behold around
In her left hand a cup of gold she held, A large and spacious plain, on every side
And with her right the riper fruit did reach, Strewed with pleasances; whose fair grassy ground, Whose sappy liquor, that with fullness swell’d, Mantled with green, and goodly beautified Into her cup she scruzed with dainty breach With all the ornaments of Flora's pride,
Of her fine fingers, without foul empeach Wherewith her mother Art, as half in scorn That so fair wine-press made the wine more sweet: Of niggard Nature, like a pompous bride,
Thereof she used to give to drink to each, Did deck her, and too lavishly adorn,
Whom passing by she happened to meet : When forth from virgin bow'r she comes in th' It was her guise all strangers goodly so to greet.
So she to Guyon offer'd it to taste :
And all the margent round about was set Who, taking it out of her tender hand,
With shady laurel trees, thence to defend The cup to ground did violently cast,
The sunny beams which on the billows beat, That all in pieces it was broken fond,
And those which therein bathed mote offend. And with the liquor stained all the land :
As Guyon happen’d by the same to wend, Whereat Excess exceedingly was wroth,
Two naked damsels he therein espied, Yet no'te the same amend, ne yet withstand, Which therein bathing, seemed to contend But suffered him to pass, all were she lothe, And wrestle wantonly, ne cared to hide Who, nought regarding her displeasure, forward Their dainty parts from view of any which them eyed.
goeth. There the most dainty paradise on ground
As that fair star, the messenger of morn, Itself doth offer to his sober eye,
His dewy face out of the sea doth rear ; In which all pleasures plenteously abound, Or as the Cyprian goddess, newly born And none does other's happiness envy ;
Of th' ocean's fruitful froth, did first appear : The painted flowers, the trees upshooting high ; Such seemed they, and so their yellow heare The dales for shade, the hills for breathing space ; Crystalline humour dropped down apace; That trembling groves, the crystal running by ;
Whom such when Guyon saw, he drew him near, And that which all fair works doth most aggrace,
And somewhat 'gan relent his earnest pace ; The art, which all that wrought, appeared in no His stubborn breast 'gan secret pleasaunce to place.
One would have thought, (so cunningly the rude On which when gazing him the palmer saw, And scorned parts were mingled with the fine,) He much rebuked those wand’ring eyes of his, That Nature had for wantonness ensude
And, counsell'd well, him forward thence did draw. !! Art, and that Art at Nature did repine ;
Now are they come nigh to the Bower of Bliss, So striving each th' other to undermine,
Of her fond favourites so named amiss; Each did the other's work more beautify,
When thus the palmer : “Now, Sir, well avise, So differing both in wills agreed in fine :
For here the end of all our travel is ; So all agreed, through sweet diversity,
Here wonnes Acrasia, whom we must surprise, This garden to adorn with all variety.
Else she will slip away, and all our drift despise.” And in the midst of all a fountain stood,
Eftsoons they heard a most melodious sound, Of richest substance that on the earth might be,
Of all that mote delight a dainty ear, So pure and shiny, that the silver flood
Such as at once might not on living ground, Through every channel running one might see : Save in this paradise, be heard elsewhere : Most goodly it with curious imagery
Right hard it was for wight which did it hear, Was over-wrought, and shapes of naked boys,
To rede wbat manner music that mote be ; Of which some seem’d, with lively jollity,
For all that pleasing is to living ear, To fly about, playing their wanton toys,
Was there consorted in one harmony ; Whilst others did themselves embay in liquid joys. Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all agree. And over all of purest gold was spread
The joyous birds, shrouded in cheerful shade,
Their notes unto the voice attemper'd sweet ; A trayle of ivy in his native hue; For the rich metal was so coloured,
Th' angelical soft trembling voices made
To th' instruments divine respondence meet ; That wight, who did not well advised it view, Would surely deem it to be ivy true :
The silver-sounding instruments did meet Low his lascivious arms adown did creep,
With the base murmur of the water's fall; That themselves, dipping in the silver dew
The water's fall with difference discreet, Their fleecy flowers, they fearfully did steep,
Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call ; Which drops of crystal seem'd for wantonness to
The gentle warbling wind low answered to all. weep.
GLAUCE AND BRITOMART EXPLORING THE CAVE OF MERLIN.
Infinite streams continually did well
Full many ways within her troubled mind
At last she her advised, that he which made For he by words could call out of the sky
Both sun and moon, and make them him obey;
Whenso him list his enemies to fray ; Or th’ Indian Peru he were, she thought
That to this day, for terror of his fame,
But wond'rously begotten and begone
And cousin unto king Ambrosius, Whenso he counsell’d, with his sprites encompass'd Whence he enduëd was with skill so marvellous. round.
They here arriving, stay'd awhile without, And if thou ever happen that same way
Ne durst adventure rashly in to wend, To travel, go to see that dreadful place :
But of their first intent ’gan make new doubt It is an hideous hollow cave (they say)
For dread of danger, which it might portend, Under a rock that lies a little space
Until the hardy maid (with love to friend) From the swift Barry, tumbling down apace
First entering, the dreadful mage there found Amongst the woody hills of Dynevowre :
Deep busied 'bout work of wond'rous end, But dare thou not, I charge, in any case,
And writing strange characters in the ground, To enter into that same baleful bower,
With which the stubborn fiends he to his service For fear the cruel fiends should thee unwares
BELPHOEBE FINDS TIMIAS WOUNDED, AND CONBut standing high aloft, low lay thine ear,
VEYS HIM TO HER DWELLING.
Of some wild beast, which, with her arrows keen,
To have besprinkled all the grassy green ; And oftentimes loud strokes and ringing sounds, By the great pùrsue which she there perceived, From under that deep rock most horribly re Well hoped she the beast engored had been, bounds.
And made more haste the life to have bereaved;
But ah ! her expectation greatly was deceived. The cause, some say, is this : a little while Before that Merlin died, he did intend
Shortly she came whereas that woeful squire, A brazen wall in compass to compile
With blood deformed, lay in deadly swound ; About Cairmardin, and did it commend
In whose fair eyes, like lamps of quenched fire, Unto these sprites to bring to perfect end ; The crystal humour stood congealed round; During which work the Lady of the Lake,
His locks, like faded leaves, fallen to ground, Whom long he loved, for him in haste did send, Knotted with blood, in bunches rudely ran, Who thereby forced his workmen to forsake, And his sweet lips, on which, before that stound, Them bound till his return their labour not to The bud of youth to blossom fair began, slake.
Spoil'd of their rosy red, were waxen pale and wan. In the mean time, through that false lady's train, Saw never living eye more heavy sight, He was surprised and buried under bier,
That could have made a rock of stone to rue Ne ever to his work return'd again ;
Or rive in twain ; which when that lady bright Nathless those fiends may not their work forbear, Besides all hope, with melting eyes did view, So greatly his commandement they fear,
All suddenly abash'd, she changed hue, But there do toil and travail day and night, And with stern horror backward ʼgan to start ; Until that brazen wall they up do rear ;
But when she better him beheld, she grew For Merlin had in magic more insight
Full of soft passion and unwonted smart ; Than ever him before or after living wight. The point of pity pierced through her tender heart.
Meekly she bowed down, to weet if life
By this her damsels, which the former chace Yet in his frozen members did remain,
Had undertaken after her, arrived, And feeling by his pulse's beating rife
As did Belphoebe, in the bloody place, That the weak soul her seat did yet retain, And thereby deem'd the beast had been deprived She cast to comfort him with busy pain.
Of life whom late their lady's arrow rived ; His double-folded neck she rear'd upright, Forthy the bloody tract they follow'd fast, And rubb’d his temples and each trembling vein; And every one to run the swiftest striv'd; His mailed haberjon she did undight,
But two of them the rest far overpast, And from his head his heavy burganet did light. And where their lady was arrived at the last. Into the woods thenceforth in haste she went, Where, when they saw that goodly boy with blood To seek for herbs that mote him remedy,
Defouled, and their lady dress his wound, For she of herbs had great intendiment,
They wonder'd much, and shortly understood Taught of the nymph which from her infancy How him in deadly case their lady found, Her nursed had in true nobility;
And rescued out of the heavy stound : There, whether it divine tobacco were,
Eftsoons his warlike courser, which was stray'd Or panacea, or polygony,
Far in the woods, whiles that he lay in swownd, She found, and brought it to her patient dear, She made those damsels search; which being stay'd, Who all this while lay bleeding out his heart-blood | They did him set thereon, and forthwith them con
vey'd. The sovereign weed, betwixt two marbles plain, Into that forest far they thence him led, She pounded small, and did in pieces bruise, Where was their dwelling, in a pleasant glade, And then atween her lily handės twain
With mountains round about environed, Into his wound the juice thereof did scruze, And mighty woods which did the valley shade And round about (as she could well it use) And like a stately theatre it made. The flesh therewith she suppled and did steep, Spreading itself into a spacious plain ; T'abate all spasm, and soak the swelling bruise; And in the midst a little river play'd And after having search'd the intuse deep, Amongst the pumice stones, which seem'd to plain She with her scarf did bind the wound, from cold to With gentle murmur, that his course they did keep.
By this he had sweet life recur'd again.
Beside the same a dainty place there lay,
“ Mercy, dear Lord !” said he,“ what grace is this Thither they brought that wounded squire, and laid
His ready wound with better salves new drest; Angel, or goddess, do I call thee right!
Daily she dressed him, and did the best What service may I do unto thee meet,
His grievous hurt to guarishư that she might, That hast from darkness me return’d to light,
That shortly he his dolour had redrest, And with thy heavenly salves and med'eines sweet And his foul sore reduced to fair plight; Hast drest my sinful wounds? I kiss thy blessed feet.”
It she reduced, but himself destroyed quite. Thereat she blushing said, “Ah! gentle Squire,
O foolish physic, and unfruitful pain, Nor goddess I, nor angel, but the maid
That heals up one, and makes another wound ; And daughter of a woody nymph, desire
She his hurt thigh to him recured again, No service but thy safety and aid,
But hurt his heart, the which before was sound, Which if thou gain, I shall be well apaid.
Through an unwary dart, which did rebound We mortal wights, whose lives and fortunes be From her fair eyes and gracious countenance : To common accidents still open laid,
What boots it him from death to be unbound, Are bound with common bond of frailty,
To be captived in ende less durànce
Thus warted he long time against his will,
For, when as day the heaven doth adorn,
Like as the culver, on the bared bough,
FROM SPENSER'S SONNETS.
SINCE I did leave the presence of my love,
POETRY OF UNCERTAIN AUTHORS
THE END OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY.
THE SOUL'S ERRAND.
FROM DAVISON'S “POETICAL RHAPSODY."
This bold and spirited poem has been ascribed that Joshua uses the beautiful original merely as to several authors, but to none on satisfactory a text, and has the conscience to print his own authority. It can be traced to MS. of a date as stuff in a way that shows it to be interpolated. early as 1593, when Francis Davison, who pub- Among those additions there occur some such lished it in his Poetical Rhapsody, was too young
execrable stanzas as the following: to be supposed, with much probability, to have
Say, soldiers are the sink written it; and as Davison's work was a compi
Of sin to all the realm, lation, his claims to it must be very doubtful.
Giv'n all to whore and drink, Sir Egerton Brydges has published it among Sir
To quarrel and blaspheme. Walter Raleigh's poems, but without a tittle of
Tell townsmen, that because that evidence to show that it was the production of
They prank their brides so proud, that great man. Mr. Ellis gives it to Joshua
Too many times it draws that Sylvester, evidently by mistake. Whoever looks
Which makes them beetle-brow'd. at the folio vol. of Sylvester's poems, will see
Ohe jam satis !