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Nor cared she her course for to apply:
For it was taught the way, which she would have,
And both from rocks and fats itself could wisely

And all the way, the wanton damsel found
New mirth, her passenger to entertain :
For, she in pleasant purpose did abound,
And greatly joyed merry tales to feign,
Of which a storehouse did with her remain :
Yet seemed, nothing well they her became ;
For, all her words she drown'd with laughter vain,
And wanted grace in utt'ring of the same,
That turned all her pleasance to a scoffing game.
And other whiles vain lays she would devise,
As her fantastic wit did most delight.
Sometimes her head she fondly would aguise
With gaudy garlands, or fresh flowrets dight
About her neck, or rings of rushes plight;
Sometimes to do him laugh, she would essay
To laugh at shaking of the leaves light,
Or to behold the water work, and play
About her little frigate therein making way.
Her light behaviour, and loose dalliance,
Gave wondrous great contentment to the knight,
That of his way he had no souvenance,
Nor care of vow'd revenge, and cruel fight,
But to weak wench did yield his martial might.
So easy was to quench his flamed mind
With one sweet drop of sensual delight:
So easy is t'appease the stormy wind
Of malice in the calm of pleasant womankind.
Divers discourses in their way they spent;
Mongst which Cymochles of her questioned,
Both what she was, and what that usage meant,
Which in her cot she daily practised.
Vain man, said she, that would'st be reckoned
A stranger in thy home, and ignorant
Of Phedria (for so my name is read)
Of Phedria, thine own fellow servant;
For thou to serve Acrasia thyself dost vaunt.

It was a chosen plot of fertile land,
Amongst wide waves set like a little nest;
As if it had by Nature's cunning hand,
Been choicely picked out from all the rest,
And laid forth for ensample of the best :
No dainty flower or herb that grows on ground,
No arboret with painted blossoms drest,
And smelling sweet, but there it might be found
To bud out fair, and her sweet smells throw all

No tree, whose branches did not bravely spring ;
No branch, whereon a fine bird did not sit ;
No bird, but did her shrill notes sweetly sing;
No song, but did contain a lovely dit:
Trees, branches, birds, and songs, were framed fit
For to allure frail mind to careless ease;
Careless the man soon wax, and his weak wit
Was overcome of thing that did him please ;
So pleased, did his wrathsul purpose fair appease.
Thus when she had his eyes and senses fed
With false delights, and fill'd with pleasures väin,
Into a shady dale she soft him led,
And laid him down upon a grassy plain ;
And her sweet self, without dread or disdain,
She set beside, laying his head disarın'd
In her loose lap, it softly to sustain,
Where soon he slumber'd, fearing not be harmid,
The while with a loud lay she thus him sweetly

“ Behold! O man, that toilsome pains dost take,
The flowers, the fields, and all that pleasant grows,
How they themselves do thine ensample make,
While nothing envious Nature them forth throws
Out of her fruitful lap; how, no man knows,
They spring, they bud, they blossom fresh and fair,
And deck the world with their rich pompous shows;
Yet no man for them taketh pains or care,
Yet no man to them can his careful pains compare.
“ The lily, lady of the flowering field,
The flower de luce her lovely paramour,
Bid thee to them thy fruitless labours yield,
And soon leave off this toilsome weary stour ;
Lo, lo, how brave she decks her bounteous bower,
With silken curtains and gold coverlets,
Therein to shroud her sumptuous belamour,
Yet neither spins nor cards, nor cares nor frets,
But to her mother Nature all her care she lets.

In this wide inland sea, that hight by name
The Idle Lake, my wandring ship I rove,
That knows her port, and thither sails by aim,
Nor care, nor fear I, how the wind do blow,
Or whether swift I wend, or whether slow :
Both slow and swift alike do serve my turn,
Nor swelling Neptnne, nor loud thund’ring Jove,
can change my cheer, or make me ever mourn ;
My little boat can safely pass this perilous bourne.
While thus she talked, and while thus she toy'd,
They were far past the passage which he spake,
And came unto an island waste and void,
That floated in the midst of that great lake:
There her smart gondola her port did make,
And that gay pair issuing on the shore
Disburdened her. Their way they forward take,
Into the land that lay them fair before, [store.
Whoxe pleasanceshe him shew'd, and plentiful great

“ Why then dost thou, O man, that of them all
Art lord, and eke of nature sovereign,
Wilfully make thyself a wretched thrall,
And waste thy joyous hours in needless pain,
Seeking for danger and adventures vain ?
What boots it all to have, and nothing use?
Who shall him rue, that swimming in the main,
Will die for thirst, and water doth refuse?
Refuse such fruitless toil, and present pleasures

By this, she had him lulled fast asleep,
That of no worldly thing care did take ;
Then she with liquors strong his eyes did steep,

That nothing should him hastily awake :
So she him left, and did herself betake
Unto her boat again, with which she cleft
The slothful waves of that great grisly lake:
Soon she that island far behind her left, [weft.
And now is come to that same place where first she

Riches, renown, and principality,
Honour, estate, and all this worldes good,
For which men swink and sweat incessantly,
From me do flow into an ample flood,
And in the hollow earth have their eternal brood.

Wherefore if me thou deign to serve and sue,
At thy command lo all these mountains be;
Or if to thy great mind, or greedy view,
All these may not suffice, there shall to thee
Ten times so much be numbered frank and free."
“Mammon" (said he) “thy godhead's vaunt is vain,
And idle offers of thy golden fee;
To them that covet such eye-glutting gain,
Proffer thy gifts, and fitter servants entertain.

“ Me ill befits, that in dear-doing arms,
And honour's suit my vowed days do spend,
Unto thy bounteous baits, and pleasing charms,
With which weak men thou witchest, to attend:
Regard of worldly muck doth foully blend
And low abase the high heroic spright,
That joys for crowns and kingdoms to contend;
Fair shields, gay steeds, bright arms, be my delight:
Those be the riches fit for an advent'rous knight.”

THE CAVE OF MAMMON. At last, he came unto a gloomy glade, Cover'd with boughs and shrubs from heaven's light, Whereas he sitting found, in secret shade, An uncouth, savage, and uncivil wight, Of grizly hue, and foul ill-favour'd sight;[blear'd, His face with smoke was tann'd, and eyes were His head and beard with soot were ill bedight, His coal-black hands did seem to have been sear'd In smith's fire-spitting forge, and nails like claws

(appear'd. His iron coat all overgrown with rust, Was underneath enveloped with gold, Whose glittering gloss darkned with filthy dust, Well it appeared to have been of old A work of rich entail, and curious mould, Woven with anticks and wild imagery: And in his lap a mass of coin he told, And turned upside down, to feed his eye And covetous desire with his huge treasury. And round about him lay on every side Great heaps of gold that never could be spent ; Of which some were rude ore, not purified Of Mulciber's devouring element; Some others were new riven, and distent Into great ingots, and to wedges square; Some in round plates withouten moniment; But most were stamped, and in their metal bare The antique shapes of kings and kesars strange and

(rare. Soon as he Guyon saw, in great affright And haste he rose, for to remove aside Those precious hills from stranger's envious sight, And down them poured through an hole full wide, Into the hollow earth, them there to hide. But Guyon lightly to him leaping, staid His hand, that trembled, as one terrified ; And, though himself were at the sight dismay'd, Yet him perforce restrainod, and to him doubtful

(said. “ What art thou, inan, (if man at all thou art) That here in desart hast thy habitance, And these rich heaps of wealth dost hide apart From the world's eye, and from her right usance :" Thereat, with staring eyes fixed askance, In great disdain, he answer'd; “ Hardy elf, That darest view my direful countenance, I read thee rash, and heedless of thyself, To trouble my still seat, and heaps of precious pelf.

“ Vain-glorious elf” (said he) “ dost not thou weet,
That money can thy wants at will supply? (meet,
Shields, steeds, and arms, and all things for thee
It can purvey in twinkling of an eye;
And crowns and kingdoms to thee multiply.
Do not I kings create, and throw the crown
Sometimes to him, that low in dust doth lie?
And him that reign'd, into his room thrust down,
And whom I list, do heap with glory aud renown."

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“ God of the world and worldlings I me call,
Great Mammon, greatest God below the sky,
That of my plenty pour out unto all,
And unto none my graces do envy:

“ Son” (said he then)“ let be thy bitter scorn, And leave the rudeness of that antique age To them, that liv'd therein in state forlorn;


Thou that dost live in later times, must wage
Thy works for wealth, and life for gold engage;
If then thee list my offer'd grace to use,
Take what thou please of all this surplusage;
If thee list not, leave have thou to refuse :
But thing refused, do not afterward accuse.

Was next adjoining, nor them parted ought;
Betwixt them both was but a little stride,
That did the house of riches from hell mouth divide.

* Me list not (said the elfin knight)“ receive
Thing offered, till I know it well be got:
Nor wot I, but thou didst these goods bereave
From rightful owner by unrighteous lot,
Or that blood-guiltiness or guile them blot.”
* Perdy” (quoth he) " yet never eye did view
Nor tongue did tell, nor hand these handled not,
But safe I have them kept in secret mew, (pursue."
From heaven's sight, and power of all which them

“ What secret place,” (quoth he) “can safely hold
So huge a mass, and hide from heaven's eye?
Or where hast thou thy wonne, that so much gold
Thou canst preserve from wrong and robbery ?"
“Come thou,” (quoth he)" and see.” So, by and by
Through that thick covert he him led, and found
A darksome way, which no man could descry,
That deep descended through the hollow ground,
And was with dread and horror compassed around.

Before the duor sat self-consuming Care, Day and night keeping wary watch and ward, For fear least force or fraud should unaware Break in; and spoil the treasure there in guard: Nor would he suffer Sleep once thitherward Approach, albe his drowsy den were next; For, next to death is sleep to be compar'd; Therefore his house is unto his annex'd; (betwixt. Here sleep, there riches, and hell gate them both So soon as Mammon there arriv’d, the door To him did open, and afforded way; Him followed eke Sir Guyon evermore, Nor darkness him, nor danger might dismay. Soon as he entered was, the door straightway Did shut, and from behind it forth there leap'd An ugly fiend, more foul than dismal day, The which with monstrous stalk behind him stepp'd, And ever as he went, due watch upon him kept. Well hoped he, ere long that hardy guest, If ever covetous hand, or lustful eye, Or lips he laid on thing, that liked him best, Or ever sleep his eyestrings did untie, Should be his prey. And therefore still on high He over him did hold his cruel claws, Threatening with greedy gripe to do him die, And rend in pieces with his ravenous paws, If ever he transgress'd the fatal Stygian laws. That house's form within was rude and strong, Like an huge cave hewn out of rocky clift

At length they came into a larger space,
That stretch'd itself into an ample plain,
Through which a beaten broad highway did trace,
That strait did lead to Pluto's grizly reign:
By that wayside, there sate infernal Pain,
And fast beside him sate tumultuous Strife:
The one, in hand an iron whip did strain;
The other brandished a bloody knife, (life.
And both did gnash their teeth, and both did threaten

Both roof, and floor, and walls, were all of gold,
But overgrown with dust and old decay,
And hid in darkness, that none could behold
The hue thereof: for, view of chearful day
Did never in that house itself display,
But a faint shadow of uncertain light;
Such as a lamp, whose life does fade away:
Or as the moon clothed with cloudy night, [fright.
Does shew to him, that walks in fear and sad af-

On th' other side, in one consort their 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 trembling Fear still to and fro did fly, And found no place, where safe he shroud him might, Lamenting Sorrow did in darkness lie, And Shame his ugly face did hide from living eye. And over them sad Horror with grim hue, Did always soar, beating his iron wings; And after him, owls and night-ravens flew, The hateful messengers of heavy things, Of death and dolour telling sad tidings ; While sad Celeno, sitting on a clift, A song of bale and bitter sorrow sings, That heart of flint asunder could have rift: Which having ended, after him she flyeth swift. All these before the gates of Pluto lay, By whom they passing, spake unto them nought, But th' elfin knight with wonder all the way Did feed his eyes, and fill'd his inner thought. At last, he to a little door him brought, That to the gate of hell, which gaped wide,

In all that room was nothing to be seen,
But huge great iron chests and coffers strong,
All barr'd with double bands, that none could ween
Them to enforce by violence or wrong ;
On every side they placed were along:
But all the ground with sculls was scattered,
And dead men's bones,which round about were Aung,
Whose lives it seemed) whilome there were shed,
And their vile carcases now left unburied.

They forward

pass, nor Guyon yet spake word, Till that they came unto an iron door, Which to them opened of its own accord, And shew'd of riches such exceeding store, As eye of man did never see before; Nor ever could within one place be found,

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

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

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.

And in the midst of all, a fountain stood,

Abash'd, that her a stranger did avise: Of richest substance that on earth might be, But th' other rather higher did arise, So pure and shiny, that the silver flood

And her two lily paps aloft display'd, 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: Was overwrought, and shapes of naked boys, The rest hid underneath, him more desirous made. Of which some seem'd with lively jollity To fly about, playing their wanton toys,

With that, the other likewise up arose, 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 arins 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 lust 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 bottoin 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 those 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 sunny 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, Hier 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


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

The silver sounding instruments did meet Or, 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


The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Whom such when Guyon saw, he drew him near,
And somewhat gan relent his earnest pace ;

There, whence that music seemed heard to be,
His stubborn breast gan secret pleasance to embrace.

Was the fair Witch, herself now solacing

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

And witchcraft, she from far did thither bring; Cazing awhile at his unwonted guise;

There she had him now laid aslumbering, Then th' one herself low ducked in the food, In secret shade, after long wanton joys:

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