And Titan playing on the easterne streames, Gan cleare the deawy aire with springing light:

So soon as day, forth dawning from the east, Night's humid curtaine from the heavens withdrew,

And early calling forth both man and beast, Commanded them their daily workes renew.

$68. Palace of Sleep.

To Morpheus' house doth hastily repaire:
Amid the bowels of the earth full steep [peep,
And lowe, where dawning day doth never
His dwelling is; there Thetys his wet bed
Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steep
In silver dew his ever drouping head,
Whiles sad night over him her mantle black
doth spread.

Whose double gates he findeth locked fast,
The one fair fram'd with burnish'd ivory,
The other all with silver overcast ;
And wakefull dogges before them farre doe lye,
Watching to banish Care their enemy,

Who oft is wont to trouble gentle sleep.
By them the spright doth pass in quietly,
And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned
deep,

In drowsie fit he finds of nothing he takes keep.

And more to lull him in his slumbers soft, A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down,

And ever drizling raine upon the loft,
Mixt with a murmuring wind, much like the
sound

Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swoone:
No other noise, nor people's troublous cryes,
As still are wont t' annoy the walled town,

Might there be heard: but careless quiet
lies,

Wrapt in eternal silence, farre from enemies.

$70. Phaeton.

To which they drew, ere night upon them
And entering in, found none therein abide,
But an old woman sitting there beside,

With filthy locks about her scatter'd wide,
Upon the ground, in ragged rude attire,

And thereout sucking venom to her parts in-
Gnawing her nayles for felness and for ire,

tire.

A foule and loathly creature sure in sight, And in conditions to be loath'd no less:

For shee was stuft with rancour and de-
spight

Up to the throat; that oft with bitterness
It forth would break, and gush with great

excess,

Pouring out streams of poyson and of gall,
Gainst all that truth or virtue doe professe;
Whome she with lessings lewdly did miscall
And wickedly back-bite: her name men Slan-
1 der call.

And causeless crimes continually to frame;
Her nature is, all goodness to abuse,
With which she guiltless persons may ac

cuse,

[name: And steale away the crowne of their good Ne ever knight so bold, ne ever dame [strive

So chast and loyall liv'd, but she would
With forged cause them falsely to defame :
Ne ever thing was done so well alive,
But she with blame would blot, and of due
praise deprive.

Her words were not as common words are
ment,

T' express the meaning of the inward minde;
But noisome breath, and poysonous spirit

sent,

From inward parts, with cancar'd malice lin'd,
And breathed forth with blast of bitter winde;
Which passing thro' the eares, would pierce
And wound the soul itself with grief unkind :
For, like the stings of aspes, that kill with
smart,
[inner part.

the heart,

Her spightful words did prick and wound the

72. Storm.

HEE cryde, as rageing seas are wont to rore, EXCEEDING shone, like Phoebus' fairest When wintry storme his wrathfull wreck does childe,

That did presume his father's fierie waine,

And flaming mouthes of steeds unwonted wild,

Thro' highest heaven with weaker hand to raine,

threat,

The rolling billows beat the rugged shore, As they the earth would shoulder from her seat,

And greedy gulph does gape, as he would eat
His neighbour element in his revenge :

Proud of such glory and advancement vaine, Then gin the blustring breathren boldly threat, While flashing beams doe daze his feeble To move the world from off his steadfast henge, [avenge. He leeves the wilkin way most beaten plaine, And boystrous battell make, each other to

eyen,

$73. Venus.

His steed was bloody red, and foamed ire,

RIGHT in the midst the goddesse self did When with the maist'ring spur he did him

Upon an altar of some costly masse,

[stand,

roughly stire. Approaching nigh he never staid to greet,

Whose substance was uneath to understand: For neither precious stones, nor durefull Ne chaffer words, proud courage to provoke,

Wrath.

But prickt so fierce, that underneath his

feet

[smoke
The smoldring dust did round about him
Both horse and man nigh able for to choke ;
And fairly couching his steel-headed spear,
Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke.
And him beside rides fierce revenging
Upon a lyon, loth for to be led; [Wrath

And in his hand a burning brond he hath,
The which he brandisheth about his head;
His eyes did hurle forth sparkles fiery red,

And stared stern on all that him beheld, As ashes pale of hue, and seeming dead;

And on his dagger still his hand he held, Trembling thro' hasty rage, when choler in him swell'd.

His ruffian raiment all was stain'd in blood Which he had spilt, and all to rage yrent,

Thro' unadvised rashness woxen, wood,
For of his hands he had no government,
Ne car'd for bloud in his avengement;

But when the furious fit was overpast,
His cruel facts he often would repent,

Yet, wilful man, he never would forecast,
How many mischiefs should ensue his heedless

hast!

The foolish man, that pities all this while
His mournful plight, is swallow'd up unawares,
Forgetful of his own, that minds another's

cares:

[light

$74. AFTER that varlet's sight, it was not long Ere on the plaine fast pricking Guion spide One in bright arms embattailed full strong, So wept Duessa until even tide, That as the sunny beams doe glance and glide That shining lamps in Jove's high house were Upon the trembling wave, so shined bright, Then forth she rose, ne longer would abide, And round about him threw forth sparkling But comes unto the place where th' heathen

knight

fire, That seemed him to enflame on every side: In slumb'ring swoon nigh void of vital spright,

Lay cover'd with enchanted cloud all day; Whom when she found, as she him left in plight

To wail his woful case, she would not stay,
But to the eastern coast of heaven makes
speedy way,

Where griesly Night, with visage deadly sad,
That Phoebus' cheerful face durst never view,!
And in a foul black pitchy mantle clad,
She finds forth-coming from her darksome

Whilst all her nymphs did like a girlond her
enclose.

$79. Description of a Garden.
EFTSOONS they heard a most delicious sound
Of all that mote delight a dainty ear;
Such as at once might not on living ground,
Save in this paradise, be heard elsewhere:
Right hard it was for wight which did it hear,
To read what manner music that mote be,
For all that pleasing is to living ear

check,

Made sign to them in their degrees to speak.

With that he shook

His nectar-dewed locks, with which the skies,
And all the world beneath for terror quook,
And eft his burning leven-brond in hand he
took.

Was there consorted in one harmony; [agree. And even the highest pow'rs of heaven to
Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all
The joyous birds, shrouded in cheerful shade,
Their notes unto the voice attemper'd sweet;
Th' angelical, soft trembling voices made
To th' instruments divine respondence meet:
The silver-sounding instruments did meet
With the base murmur of the water's fall;
The water's fall, with difference discreet,
Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call;
The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
The while, some one did chaunt this lovely
lay;

"Ah see, whoso fair thing dost fain to see,
In springing flower the image of thy day;
Ah see the virgin rose, how sweetly she
Doth first peep forth with bashful modesty,
That fairer seems, the less ye see he may;
Lo, see soon after, how more bold and free
Her bared bosom she doth broad display;
Lo, see soon after, how she fades and falls

away.

"So passeth, in the passing of a day,

Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower,
Nor more doth flourish after first decay,
That erst was sought to deck both bed and

bower

1

Of many a lady, and many a paramour :
Gather therefore the rose, while yet is prime,
For soon comes age, that will her pride de-
flower:

Gather the rose of love, while yet is time,
While loving thou mayst loved be with equal
crime."

He ceas'd, and then gan all the quire of birds
Their divers notes t' attune unto his lay,
As in approvance of his pleasing words.
The constant pair heard all that he did say,
Yet swerved not, but kept their forward way,
Through many covert groves, and thickets
close,

In which they creeping did at last display
That wanton lady, with her lover loose,
Whose sleepy head she in her lap did soft
dispose.

80. Description of the Garden of Adonis.
THERE is continual spring and harvest
Continual, both meeting at one time; [there,
For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear,
And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime,
And eke at once the heavy trees they climb,

Which seem to labour under their fruits' load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime

Emongst the shady leaves, their sweet abode, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.

§ 81. Description of Jupiter. So having said, he ceas'd, and with his brow, His black eye-brow, whose doomful dreaded beck

Is wont to wield the world unto his vow,

§ 82.
Guyon conducted by Mammon through
a Cave under Ground, to see his Treasure.
Ar length they came into a larger space
That stretch'd itself into an ample plain,
Through which a beaten broad highway did
trace,

That straight did lead to Pluto's griesly reign :
By that way's side there sat infernal Pain,
And fast beside him sat tumultuous Strife;
The one in hand an iron whip did strain,
The other brandished a bloody knife,
And both did knash their teeth, and both did
threaten life.

On the other side in one consort there sate
Cruel Revenge, and rancorous Despite,
Disloyal Treason, and heart-burning Hate;
But gnawing Jealousy, out of their sight
Sitting alone, his bitter lips did bite:
And found no place where safe he shroud him
And trembling Fear still to and fro did fly,

might.

Lamenting Sorrow did in darkness lie, [eye.
And Shame his ugly face did hide from living
And over them sad Horror, with grim hue,
And after him owls and night-råvens flew,
Did always soar, beating his iron wings;
The hateful messengers of heavy things,
Of death and dolour telling sad tidings;
Whilst sad Celeno, sitting on a cliff,

A

song of bale and bitter sorrows sings,
That heart of flint asunder would have rift;
Which having ended, after him she flieth
swift.

§ 83. Una and the Red Cross Knight.
A GENTLE knight was pricking on the plain.
Yclad in mighty arms and silver shield,
Wherein old dints of deep wounds did remain
Yet arms till that time did he never wield:
The cruel marks of many a bloody field;
His angry steed did chide his foaming bit,
As much disdaining to the curb to yield:
Full jolly knight he seem'd, and fair did sit,
As one for knightly jousts and fierce encoun
ters fit.

But on his breast a bloody cross he bore,
The dear remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he
And dead (as living) ever him ador'd: [wore,
Upon his shield the like was also scor'd,
For sovereign hope, which in his help he had:
Right faithful true he was in deed and word;
But of his cheer did seem too solemn sad:
Yet nothing did he dread; but ever was ydrad.