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Though all the wealth, which is, or was of yore, No yate, but like one, being goodly dight
Could gathered be through all the world around, With boughs and branches, which did broad dilate
And that above were added to that under ground. Their clasping arms, in wanton wreathingsintricate.
The charge thereof unto a covetous spright

So fashioned a porch with rare device,
Commanded was, who thereby did attend,

Arch'd over head with an embracing vine, And warily awaited day and night,

Whose bunches hanging down seem’d to entice From other covetous fiends it to defend,

All passers by, to taste their luscious wine, Who it to rob and ransack did intend.

And did themselves into their hands incline, Then Mammon, turning to that warrior, said; As freely offering to be gathered: “ Lo, here the worldes bliss; lo, here the end, Some deep empurpled as the hyacint, To which all men do aim, rich to be made:

Some as the ruby, laughing sweetly red, Such grace now to be happy, is before thee laid.”

Some like fair emeralds, not yet well ripened. “ Certes” (said he) “ I n'ill thine offered grače,

And them amongst, some were of burnish'd gold, Nor to be made so happy do intend;

So made by art, to beautify the rest, Another bliss before mine eyes I place,

Which did themselves amongst the leaves enfold, Another happiness, another end.

As lurking from the view of covetous guest, To them that list these base regards I lend:

That the weak boughs, with so rich load opprest, But I in arms, and in atchievements brave,

Did bow adown, as overburdened. Do rather chuse my flitting hours to spend,

Under that porch a comely dame did rest, And to be lord of those, that riches have, [slave.” | Clad in fair weeds, but foul disordered, [head. Than them to have myself, and be their servile And garments loose, that seem'd unmeet for womau

THE BOWER OF BLISS.
Thus being enter'd, they behold around
A large and spacious plain, on every side
Strowed with pleasance, whose fair grassy ground
Mantled with green, and goodly beautified
With all the ornaments of Flora's pride,
Wherewith her mother Art, as half in scorn
Of niggard Nature, like a pompous bride
Did deck her, and too lavishly adorn, (morn.
When forth from virgin bower she comes in th’early

In her left hand a cup of gold she held,
And with her right the riper fruit did reach,
Whose sappy liquor that with fullness swell'd
Into her cup she squeez'd, with dainty breach
Of her fine fingers, without foul impeach,
That so fair wine-press made the wine more sweet;
Thereof she us'd to give to drink to each,
Whom passing by she happened to meet:
It was her guise all strangers goodly so to greet.

Thereto the heavens always jovial
Look'd on them lovely still in stedfast state,
Nor suffered storm nor frost on them to fall,
Their tender buds or leaves to violate,
Nor scorching heat, nor cold intemperate,
Taflict the creatures, which therein did dwell,
But the mild air with season moderate
Gently attemper'd and dispos d so well,
That still it breathed forth sweet spirit and whole-

some smell;

So she to Guyon offered it to taste;
Who taking it out of her tender hand,
The cup to ground did violently cast,
That all in pieces it was broken found;
And with the liquor stained all the land:
Whereat Excess exceedingly was wroth,
Yet no'te the same amend, nor yet withstand,
But suffered him to pass, all were she loth;
Who, not regarding her displeasure, forward goʻih.
There the most dainty paradise on ground,
Itself doth offer to his sober

eye,
In which all pleasures plenteously abound,
And none does others' happiness envy:
The painted Auwers, the trees upshooting high,
The dales for shade, the hills for breathing space,
The trembling groves, the chrystal running by;
And that, which all fair works doth most aggrace,
The art, which all that wrought,appeared in no place.

More sweet and wholesome than the pleasant hill
Of Rhodope, on which the nymph that bore
A giant babe, herself for grief did kill;
Or the Thessalian Tempe, where of yore
Fair Daphne Phæbus' heart with love did gore;
Or Ida, where the Gods lov’d to repair,
Whenever they their heavenly bowers furlore;
Or sweet Parnass, the haunt of Muses fair;
Or Eden, if that aught with Eden might compare.

Much wonder'd Guyon at the fair aspect
Of that sweet place, yet suffered no delight
To sink into his sense, nor mind affect,
But passed forth, and look'd still forward right,
Bridling his will, and mastering his might:
Till that he came unto another ga..,

One would have thought (so cunningly the rude
And scorned parts were mingled with the fine)
That nature had for wantonness ensued
Art, and that art at nature did repine ;
So striving each th' other to undermine,
Each did the other's work more beautify;
So differing both in wills, agreed in fine:
So all agreed through sweet diversity,
This garden to adorn with all variety.

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Abash'd, that her a stranger did avise:
And in the midst of all, a fountain stood,
of richest substance that on earth might be, But th' other rather higher did arise,

And her two lily paps aloft display'd,
So pure and shiny, that the silver flood
Through every channel running one might see; And all that might his melting heart entice
Most goodly it with pure imagery

To her delights, she unto him betray'd:

The rest hid underneath, him more desirous made.
Was overwrought, and shapes of naked boys,
Of which some seem'd with lively jollity

With that, the other likewise up arose,
To Ay about, playing their wanton toys,
While others did themselves embathe in liquid joys.

And her fair locks, which formerly were bound

Up in one knot, she low adown did loose:
And over all, of purest gold, was spread

Which, flowing long and thick, her cloth'd around
A trail of ivy in his native hue:

And th' ivory in golden mantle gown'd:
For, the rich metal was so coloured,

So that fair spectacle from him was reft,
That wight, who did not well advis'd it view, Yet that which reft it, no less fair was found :
Would surely deem it to be ivy true:

So hid in locks and waves from lookers' theft,
Low his lascivious arms adown did creep,

Nought but her lovely face she for his looking left.
That themselves dipping in the silver dew,
Their fleecy flowers they tenderly did steep, [weep.

Withal she laughed, and she blush'd withal,
Which drops of chrystal seem'd for wantonness to

That blushing to her laughter gave more grace,

And laughter to her blushing, as did fall:
Infinite streams continually did well

Now when they spied the knight to slack his pace,
Out of this fountain, sweet and fair to see,

Them to behold, and in his sparkling face
The which into an ample laver fell,

The secret signs of kindled Just appear,
And shortly grew to so great quantity,

Their wanton merriments they did increase,
That like a little lake it seem'd to be;

Aud to him beckoned, to approach more near, (rear.
Whose depth exceeded not three cubits height, And shew'd him many sights that courage cold could
That through the waves one might the bottom see,
All pav'd beneath with jasper shining bright,

On which when gazing him the Palmer saw,
That seem'd the fountain in that sea did sail upright.

He much rebuked hose wandering eyes of his,

And, counsel'd well, him forward thence did draw. And all the margin round about was set,

Now are they come nigh to the Bower of Bliss,
With shady laurel trees, thence to defend

Of her fond favourites so nam'd amiss:
The synny beams, which on the billows bet,

When thus the Palmer; " Now, Sir, well avise ;
And those which therein bathed, might offend. For, here the end of all our travel is :
As Guyon happened by the same to wend,

Here wonnes Acrasia, whom we must surprise,
Two naked damsels he therein espied,

Else she will slip away, and all our drift despise.”
Which therein bathing, seemed to contend,
And wrestle wantonly, nor cared to hide [eyed.

Eftsoons they heard a most melodious sound
Their dainty parts from view of any which them

Of all that might delight a dainty ear,

Such as at once might not on living ground,
Sometimes the one would lift the other quite Save in this paradise, be heard elsewhere:
Above the waters, and then down again

Right hard it was for wight which did it hear,
Her plunge, as over mastered by might,

To read what manner music that might be:
Where both awhile would covered remain,

For, all that pleasing is to living ear,
And each the other from to rise restrain;

Was there consorted in one harmony,
The while their snowy limbs, as through a veil, Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all agree.
So through the chrystal waves appeared plain ;
Then suddenly both would themselves unhele, The joyous birds, shrouded in chearful shade,
And th' amorous sweet spoils to greedy eyes reveal.

Their notes unto the voice attempered sweet;

Th' angelical soft trembling voices made
As that fair star, the messenger of morn,

To th' instruments divine respondence meet:
His dewy face out of the sea doth rear:

The silver sounding instruments did meet
Ot, as the Cyprian goddess, newly born

With the base murmurs of the water's fall:
Of th' ocean's fruitful froth, did first appear:

The water's fall with difference discreet,
Such seemed they, and so their yellow hair

Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call:
Chrystalline humour dropped down apace.

The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Whom such when Guyon saw, he drew him near,

There, whence that music seemed heard to be,
And somewhat gan relent his earnest pace ;

Was the fair Witch, herself now solacing
His stubborn breast gan secret pleasance to embrace.

With a new lover, whom through sorcery
The wanton maidens him espying, stood

And witchcraft, she from far did thither bring;

There she had him now laid aslumbering,
Cazing awhile at his unwonted guise;

In secret shade, afier long wanton joys:
Then th' one herself low ducked in the food,

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While round about them pleasantly did sing The young man sleeping by her, seem'd to be
Many fair ladies, and lascivious boys,

Some goodly swain of honourable place,
Thatever mix'd their song with light licentious toys. That certes it great pity was to see

Him his nobility so foul deface; And all the while, right over him she hung,

A sweet regard, and amiable grace, With her false eyes fast fixed in his sight,

Mixed with manly sternness, did appear As seeking medecine, whence she was stung,

Yet sleeping in his well proportion'd face, Or greedily depasturing delight:

And on his tender lips the downy hair (bear. And oft inclining down with kisses light,

Did now but freshly spring, and silken blossoms For fear of waking him, his lips bedew'd, And through his humid eyes did suck his spright, His warlike arms (the idle instruments Quite molten into lust and pleasure lewd ;

Of sleeping praise) were hung upon a tree, Wherewith she sighed soft, as if his case she rued. And his brave shield (full of old moniments)

Was foully ras'd, that none the signs might see; The while, some one did chaunt this lovely lay;

Nor for them, nor for honour cared he, “ Ah see, whose fair thing dost fain to see,

Nor aught that did to his advancement tend; In springing flower the image of thy day;

But in lewd loves, and wasteful luxury, Ah see the virgin rose, how sweetly she

His days, his goods, his body he did spend:
Doth first peep forth with bashful modesty,

O horrible enchantment, that him so did blend!
That fairer seems, the less ye see her may;
Lo, see soon after, how more bold and free

The noble elf and careful palmer drew
Her bared bosom she doth broad display;

So nigh them (minding nought but lustful game) Lo, see soon after, how she fades and falls away. That sudden forth they on them rush'd, and threw

A subtle net, which only for the same “So passeth, in the passing of a day,

The skilful palmer formally did frame. Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower,

So held them under fast, the while the rest Nor more doth flourish after first decay,

Fled all away for fear of fouler shame. That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower

The fair Enchantress, so unwares opprest, [wrest. Of many a lady, and many a paramour :

Tried all her arts, and all her sleights, thence out to Gather therefore the rose, while yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: And eke her lover strove: but all in vain; Gather the rose of love, while yet is time,

For, that same net so cunningly was wound, While loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime.” That neither guile nor force might it distrain.

They took them both, and both them strongly bound He ceas’d, and then gan all the quire of birds

In captive bands, which there they ready found: Their divers notes t'attune unto his lay,

But her in chains of adamant he tied; As in approvance of his pleasing words.

For nothing else might keep her safe and sound; The constant pair heard all that he did say, But Verdant (so he hight) he soon untied, Yet swerved not, but kept their forward way, And counsel sage instead thereof to him applied. Through many covert groves, and thickets close, In which they creeping did at last display

But all those pleasant bowers, and palace brave, That wanton lady, with her lover loose,

Guyon broke down, with rigor pitiless; Whose sleepy head she in her lap did soft dispose. Nor aught their goodly workmanskip might save

Them from the tempest of his wrathfulness, Upon a bed of roses she was laid,

But that their bliss he turn'd to balefulness : As faint through heat, or dight to pleasant sin, Their groves he fell’d, their gardens did deface, And was array'd, or rather disarray'd,

Their arbors spoil'd, their cabinets suppress, All in a veil of silk and silver thin,

Their banquet-houses burn, their buildings rase, That hid no whit her alabaster skin,

And of the fairest late, now made the foulest place. But rather shew'd more white, if more might be: More subtle web Arachne cannot spin, Nor the fine nets, which oft we woven see

THE FACULTIES OF THE MIND. Of scorched dew do not in th' air more lightly flee.

Nor can I tell, nor can I stay to tell

This part's great workmanship, and wondrous power, Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoil

That all this other world's work doth excel,
Of hungry eyes which n'ote therewith be fillid;
And yet through languor of her late sweet toil, Therein were divers rooms, and divers stages,
Few drops, more clear than nectar, forth distillid, But three the chiefest, and of greatest power,
That like pure orient pearls adown it trillid:

In which there dwelt three honourable
And her fair eyes sweet smiling in delight

sages, Moisten'd their fiery beams, with which she thrillid

The wisest men (I ween) that lived in their ages. Frail hearts, yet quenched not; like starry light, Not he whom Greece (the nurse of all good arts) Which sparkling on the silent waves, does seem By Phæbus' doom, the wisest thought alive, more bright.

Might be compar'd to these by many parts:

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SPENSER

His goodly reason, and grave personage,
Nor that sage Pylian sire, which did survive

That his disciples both desir’d to be; (three.
Three ages, such as mortal men contrive,

But Alma thence them led to th' hindmost room of
By whose advice old Priam's city fell,
With these in praise of policies might strive.

That chamber seemed ruinous and old,
These three in these three rooms did sundry dwell,

And therefore was removed far behind;
And counselled fair Alma, how to govern well.

Yet were the walls, that did the same uphold,
The first of them could things to come foresee: Right firm and strong, though somewhat they

declin'd;
The next, could of things present best advise;
The third, things past could keep in memory:

And therein sate an old old man, half blind,
So that no time, nor reason could arise,

And all decrepid in his feeble corse,
But that the same could one of these comprise. Yet lively vigor rested in his mind,
For thy, the first did in the fore part sit,

And recompenced him with a better scorce:
That nought might hinder his quick prejudice: Weak body well is chang'd for mind's redoubled
He had a sharp foresight, and working wit,

[force.

This man of infinite remembrance was,
That never idle was, nor once could rest a whit.

And things foregone through many ages held,
His chamber was dispainted all within,

Which he recorded still as they did pass,
With sundry colours, in the which were writ Nor suffered them to perish through long eld,
Infinite shapes of things dispersed thin ;

As all things else, the which this world doth weld,
Some such as in the world were never yet,

But laid them up in his immortal scrine,
Nor can devised be of mortal wit;

Where they for ever uncorrupted dwellid;
Some daily seen, and knowen by their names, The wars he well remembered of king Nine,
Such as in idle fantasies do flit:

Of old Assaracus, and Inachus divine.
Infernal hags,centaurs, fiends, hippodames, (dames.
Apes, lions, eagles, owls, fools, lovers, children,

The years of Nestor nothing were to his,

Nor yet Methusalem, though longest liv’d;
And all the chamber filled was with flies,

For, he remembered both their infancies:
Which buzzed all about, and made such sound, Nor wonder then, if that he were depriv'd
That they encumbered all men's ears and eyes,

Of native strength now, that he them surviv'd.
Like many swarms of bees assembled round, His chamber all was hung about with rolls,
After their hives with honey do abound:

And old records from ancient times deriv'd, All those were idle thoughts and phantasies, Some made in books, some in long parchment scrolls Devices, dreams, opinions unsound,

That were all worm-eaten, and full of canker holes. Shows, visions, soothsays, and prophecies; And all that seigned is, as leasings, tales, and lies.

THE DEFEAT OF MARINELL, Amongst them all sate he which wonned there, Eftsoons her goodly shield addressing fair, That hight Phantastes by his nature true;

That mortal spear she in her hand did take, A man of years yet fresh, as might appear,

And unto battle did herself prepare. Of swarth complexion, and of crabbed hue, The knight, approaching, sternly her bespake; That him full of melancholy did shew;

“Sir knight, that dost thy voyage rashly make Bent hollow beetle brow, sharp staring eyes,

By this forbidden way in my despite, That mad or foolish seem'd: one by his view

Nor dost by others' death example take, Might deem him born with ill disposed skies,

I read thee soon retire, while thou hast might, When oblique Saturn sate in th' house of agonies.

Least afterwards it be too late to take thy flight.” Whom Alma having shewed to her guests, (walls

Ythrill'd with deep disdain of his proud threat, Thence brought them to the second room, whose

She shortly thus; "fly they, that need to fly; Were painted fair with memorable gestes

Words fearen babes. I mean not thee intreat Of famous wisards, and with picturals

To
pass;

but maugre thee will pass or die." Of magistrates, of courts, of tribunals,

Nor longer staid for th' other to reply, Of commonwealths, of states, of policy,

But with sharp spear the rest made dearly known. Of laws, of judgements, and of decretals;

Strongly the strange knight ran, and sturdily All arts, all science, all philosophy,

Struck her full on the breast, that made her down And all that in the world was aye thought wittily.

Decline her head. *
Of those that room was full: and them among

But she against him in the shield did smite
There sate a man of ripe and perfect age,

With so fierce fury and great puissance, [quite, Who did them meditate all his life long,

That through his three square scutcheon piercing That through continual practise and usage,

And through his mailed hauberk, by mischance He

The wicked steel through his left side did glance; how was grown right wise, and wondrous sage.

Him so transfixed she before her bore Great pleasure had those stranger knights to see

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Shortly upon that shore. there heaped was
Exceeding riches and all precious things,
The spoil of all the world, that it did pass
The wealth of th' East, and pomp of Persian Kings;
Gold, amber, ivory, pearls, owches, rings,
And all that else was precious and dear,
The sea unto him voluntary brings ;
That shortly he a great lord did appear,
As was in all the land of fairy, or elsewhere.

Thereto he was a doughty dreaded knight,
Tried often to the scathe of many dear,
That none in equal arms him matchen might:
The which his mother seeing, gan to fear
Least his too haughty hardiness might rear
Some hard mishap, in bazard of his life :
For this she oft him counsel'd to forbear
The bloody battle, and to stir up
But after all his war, to rest his weary knife.

strife,

And for his more assurance, she enquir'd
One day of Proteus by his mighty spell
(For Proteus was with prophecy inspir’d)
Her dear son's destiny to her to tell,
And the sad end of her sweet Marinell.
Who, through foresight of his eternal skill,
Bade her from womankind to keep him well:
For of a woman he should have much ilt;
A virgin strange and stout him should dismay or kill.

Beyond his croup the length of all her lance,
Till sadly sousing on the sandy shore,
He tumbled on an heap, and wallow'd in his gore.
Like as the sacred Ox that careless stands,
With gilded horns, and flow'ry garlands crown'd,
Proud of his dying honor and dear bands,
While th' altars fume with frankincense around,
All suddenly with mortal stroke astound
Doth grovelling fall, and with his streaming gore
Distains the pillars, and the holy ground,
And the fair flowers, that decked him before;
So fell proud Marinell upon the precious shore.
The martial maid staid not him to lament,
But forward rode, and kept her ready way
Along the strond: which as she overwent,
She saw bestrewed all with rich array
Of pearls and precious stones of great assay,
And all the gravel mix'd with golden ore ;
Whereat she wondered much, but would not stay
For gold, or pearls, or precious stones an hour,
But them despised all; for all was in her power.
While thus he lay in deadly 'stonishment,
Tidings hereof came to his mother's ear;
His mother was the black-brow'd Cymoent,
The daughter of great Nereus, which did bear
This warlike son unto an earthly peer,
The famous Dumarin: who on a day
Finding the nymph asleep in secret where
As he by chance did wander that same way,
Was taken with her love, and by her closely lay.
There he this knight of her begot; whom born.
She of his father Marinell did name,
And in a rocky cave as wight forlorn,
Long time she fostered up, till he became
A mighty man at arms, and mickle fame.
Did get through great adventures by him done:
For never man he suffered by that same
Rich strond to travel, whereas he did wonne,
But that he must do battle with the sea nymph'sson.
An hundred knights of honorable name
He had subdued, and them his vassals made,
That through all fairy land his noble fame
Now blazed was, and fear did all invade,
That none durst passen through that perilous glade:
And to advance his name and glory more,
Her sea-god sire she dearly did persuade
Tendow her son with treasure and rich store,
'Bove all the sons that were of earthly wombs y bore.
The god did grant his daughter's dear demand,
To doen his nephew in all riches flow;
Eftsoons his heaped waves he did command,
Out of their hollow bosom forth to throw
All the huge treasure, which the sea below
Had in his greedy gulf devoured deep,
And him enriched through the overthrow
And wrecks of many wretches, which did weep
And often wail their wealth, which he from them

did keep

For this she gave him warning every day,
The love of women not to entertain;
A lesson too too hard for living clay,
From love in course of nature to refrain:
Yet he his mother's love did well retain,
And ever from fair ladies' love did fly;
Yet many ladies fair did oft complain,
That they for love of him would algates die;
Die, whoso list for him, he was love's enemy.

But ah, who can deceive his destiny,
Or ween by warning to avoid his fate;
That when he sleeps in most security,
And safest seems, him soonest doth ainate,
And findeth due effect or soon or late !
So feeble is the power of fleshly arm.
His mother bade him women's love to hate,
For she of women's force did fear no harm;
So weening to have arm'd lim, she did quite disarm.

This was that woman, this that deadly wound,
That Proteus prophecied should him dismay,
The which his mother vainly did expound,
To be heart-wounding love, which should essay
To bring her son unto his last decay.
So tickle be the terms of mortal state,
And full of subtle sophisms, which do play
With double senses, and with false debate,
To approve the unknown purpose of eternal fate.

Too true the famous Marinell it found,
Who through late trial on that wealthy strand
Inglorious now lies in senseless swound,

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