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Tho gan that villein wex so fiers and strong, And fast beside there trickled softly downe
That nothing might sustaine his furious forse : A gentle streame, whose murmuring wave did play
He cast him downe to ground, and all along Emongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne,
Drew him through durt and myre without remorse, To full him soft asleepe that by it lay:
And fowly battered his comely corse,

The wearie traveiler, wandring that way,
That Guyon much disdeigned so loathly sight. Therein did often quench his thristy heat,
At last he was compeld to cry perforse,

And then by it his wearie limbes display,
“ Help, Osir Guyon! helpe, most noble knight, (Whiles creeping sloinber made him to forget
Toridd a wretched man from handes of hellish wight!" | His former payne) and wypt away his toilsom sweat.
The knight was greatly moved at his playnt, And on the other syde a pleasaupt grove
And gan him dight to succour his distresse, Was shott up ligh, full of the stately tree
Till that the palmer, by his grave restraynt, That dedicated is t’Olympick love,
Him stayd from yielding pitifull redresse, (presse, And to his sopne Alcides, whenas hee
And said; “ Deare sonne, thy canselesse ruth re- In Nemus gayned goodly vietoree:
Ne let thy stout hart melt in pitty vayne :

Therein the mery birdes of every sorte
He that his sorrow sought through wilfulnesse, Chaunted alowd their chearefull barmonee,
And bis foe fettred would release agavne,

And made emongst themselves a sweete consórt, Deserves to taste his follies fruit, repented payne." That quickned the dull spright with musicall comfort. Guyon obayd: so him away he drew

There he him found all carelesly displaid, From needlesse trouble of renewing fight

In secrete shadow from the sunny ray, Already fought, his voyage to ponrsew.

On a sweet bed of lillies softly laid,
But rash Pyrochles varlett, At n bigtit,

Amidst a flock of damzelles fresh and gay,
When late he saw his lord in heavie plight, That rownd about him dissolute did play
Under sir Guyons puissaunt stroke to tall, Their wanton follies and light meriment;
Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight, Every of which did loosely disaray
Fledd fast away to tell his funerall

Her upper partes of ineet habiliments, (ments Unto his brother, whom Cyniochles men did call. And shewd them naked, deckt with many oruaHe was a man of rare redoubted might,

And every of them strove with most delights Famous throughout the world for warlike pravse, Him to aggrate, and greatest pleasures shew: And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight: Some framd faire lookes, glancing like evening lights; Pull many doughtie knightes he in his dayes Others sweet wordes, dropping like honny dew; Had doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes; Some bathed kisses, and did soft embrew Whose carkases, for terrour of his name,

The sugred licour through his melting lips : Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous praves, One boastes her beautie, and does yield to rew And bong their conquerd armes for more defame Her dainty limbes above her tender hips; On gallow trees, in honour of bis dearest dame. Another her out boastes, and all for tryall strips. His dearest dame is that enchainteresse,

He, like an adder lurking in the weedes, The vyle Acrasia, that with vaine delightes, His wandring thought in deepe desire does s'ecpe, And ydle pleasures in her Bowre of Blisse,

And his frayle eye with spoyle of beauty feedes: Does charme her lovers, and the feeble sprightes Some'imes be falsely faines himselse to sleepe, Can call out of the bodies of fraile wightes; Whiles through their lids his wanton eies do peepe Whom then she does trasforme to monstrous bewes, To steale a snatch of amorons conceipt, And horribly misshapes with vgiy sightes,

Whereby close fire into his bart does creepe: Captiv'd eternally in yron mewe's

So' he them deceives, deceivd in bis deceipt, And darksom dens, where Titan his face never shewes. Made dronke with drugs of deare voluptuous receipt, There Atin fownd Cymochles soiourning,

Atin, arriving there, when him he spyde To serve his lemans love: for he by kynd

Thus in still waves of deepe delight to wade, Was given all to lust and loose living,

Fiercely approching to him luwdly cryde, Whenever his fiers handes he free mote fynd: Cymocbles; oh! no, but Cymochles shade, And now he has pourd out his ydle mynd

In which that manly person late did fade! In daintie delices and lavish joyes,

What is become of great Acrates sonne? Having his warlike weapons cast behynd,

Or where hath he hong up his mortall blade, And. Howes in pleasures and vaine pleasing toves, That hath so many baughty conquests wonne? Mingled emongst loose ladies and lascivious boyes. Is all bis force forlarne, and all his glory donne;" And over bim Art, stryving to compayre

Then, pricking bim withi his sharp-pointed dart, With Nature, did an arber greene dispred, He said ; " Up, up, thou womanish weake knight, Framed of wanton yvie, flouring fayre,

That here in ladies lap entombed art,
Through which the fragrant eglantine did spred Unmindfuil of thy praise and prowest might,
His prickling armes, entrayld with roses red, And weetlesse eke of lately-wrought despight;
Which daintie odours round about them threw: Whiles sad Pyrochles lies on senceless ground,
And all within with flowres was garnished,

And groneth out his utmost grudying spright
That, when myld Zephyrus emongst them blew, Through manyastroke and manyastreaming wound,
Did breath out bounteous smels, and painted co- Calling thy help in vaine, that here in joyes art
lors shew.


Suddenly ont of his delightfull dreame

Eftsoones her shallow ship away did slide, The man awoke, and would have questiond more; More swift then swallow sheres the liquid skye, But he would not endore that wofull theame Withouten oare or pilot it to guide, For to dilate at large, but urged sore,

Or winged canvas with the wind to fly: With percing wordes and pittifull implore, Onely sbe tornd a pin, and by and by Him hasty to arise: as one affright

It cut away upon the yielding wave, With hellish feends, or furies mad uprore,

(Ne cared she her course for to apply) He then aprose, inflamd with fell despight, Por it was taught the way which she would have, And called for his armes; for he would algates fight: And both from rocks and flats itselfecould wiselysave. They bene ybrought; he quickly does him'dight, And all the way the wanton damsell found And lightly mounted passeth on his way;

New merth her passenger to entertaine; Ne ladies loves, ne sweete entreaties, might For she in pleasaunt purpose did abound, Appease his heat, or hastie passage stay;

And greatly joyed merry tales to fayne,
For he has vowd to beene avengd that day Of which a store-house did with ber remaine;
(That day itselfe him seemed all too long) Yet seemed, nothing well they her became :
On him, that did Pyrochles deare dismay: For all her wordes she drownd with laughter vaine,
So proudly pricketh on his courser strong, (wrong. And wanted grace in utt'ring of the same,
And Atin ay him pricks with spurs of shame and 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: Guyon is of immodest merth

Sometimes, to do him laugh, she would assay Led into loose desyre;

To laugh at shaking of the leavës light, Fights with Cymochles, whiles his bro- Or to behold the water worke and play ther burnes in furious fyre.

About her little frigot, therein making way. A HARDER lesson to learñe continence

Her light behaviour and loose dalliaunce In joyous pleasure then in grievoas paine : Gave wondrous great contentment to the knight, Por sweetnesse doth allure the weaker sence That of his way he had no sovenaunce, So strongly, that uneathes it can refraine

Nor care of vow'd revenge and cruell fight; From that which feeble nature covets faine: But to weake wench did yield his martiall might. Bat griefe and wrath, that be her enemies So easie was to quench his famed minde And foes of life, she better can restraine :

With one sweete drop of sensuall delight! Yet Vertue vauntes in both her victories;

So easie is t'appease the stormy winde And Guyon in them all shewes goodly maysteries. Of malice in the calme of pleasaunt womankind! Whom bold Cymochles traveling to finde, Diverse discourses in their way they spent; With cruell purpose bent to wreake on him Mongst which Cymochles of her questioned The wrath which Atin kindled in his mind, Both what she was, and what that usage ment, Came to a river, by whose utmost brim

Which in her cott she daily practized : Wayting to passe he saw whereas did swim “Vaine man,” saide she, “that wouklest be reckoned Along the shore, as swift as glaunce of eye, A straunger in thy home, and ignoraunt A litle gondelay, bedecked trim

Of Phædria, (for so my name is red) With boughes and arbours woven cunningly, Of Phædria, tbine owne fellow servaúnt; That like a litle forrest seemed outwardly. For thou to serve Acrasia thy selfe doest vaunt. And therein sate a lady fresh and fayre,

“ In this wide inland sea, that hight by name Making sweete solace to herselfe alone:

The Idle Lake, my wandring ship I row, Sometimes she song as lowd as larke in ayre, That knowes her port, and thether sayles by ayme, Sometimes she laught, that nigh her breath was gone; Ne care ne feare I how the wind do blow, Yet was there not with her else any one,

Or whether swift I wend or whether slow: That to her might move cause of meriment: Both slow and swift alike do serve my tourne; Matter of merth enough, though there were none, Ne swelling Neptune ne lowd-thundring love She could devise; and thousand waies invent Can chaunge my cheare, or make me ever mourne: To feede her foolish humour and vaine jolliment. My litle boat can safely passe this perilous bourne.” Which when far off Cymochles heard and saw, Whiles thus she talked, and whiles thus she toyd, He lowdly cald to such as were abord

They were far past the passage which he spake, The little barke unto the shore to draw,

And come unto an island waste and voyd, And him to ferry over that deepe ford.

That floted in the midst of that great lake; The merry mariner unto his word

There her small gondelay her port did make, Suone bearkned, and her painted botę streightway And that gay payre issewing on the shore Turnd to the shore, where that same warlike lord Disburdned her : their way they forward take She in receiv'd; but Atin by no way

Into the land that lay them faire before, She would admit, albe the knight ber much did whose pleasaunce she him shewd, and plentifall pray.

great store VOL LIL


It was a chosen plott of fertile land,

By this time was the worthy Guyon brought Emongst wide waves sett, like a litle nest,

Unto the other side of that wide strond As if it bad by Natures cunning hand

Where she was rowing, and for passage sought : Bene choycely picked out from all the rest, Him needed not long call; shee soone to hond And laid forth for ensample of the best :

Her ferry brought, where him she byding fond No da ntie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, With his sad guide: himselfe she tooke aboord, No arborett with painted blossomes drest

But the blacke palmer suffred still to stond, And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd Ne would for price or prayers once affoord To bud out faire, and her sweete smels throwe al To ferry that old man over the perlous foord.

arownd. No tree, whose braunches did not bravely spring; Yet being entred might not backe retyre ;

Guyon was loath to leave his guide bebind, No braunch, whereon a fine bird did not sitt;

For the fitt barke, obaying to her mind, No bird, but did her shrill notes sweetely sing ;

Forth launched quickly as she did desire, No song, but did containe a lovely ditt.

Ne gave him leave to bid that aged sire Trees, braunches, birds, and songs, were framed fitt Adieu, but nimbly ran her wonted course For to allure fraile mind to carelesse case.

Through the dull billowes tbicke as troubled mire, Carelesse the man soone woxe, and his weake witt

Whom pether wind out of their seat could forse, Was overcome of thing that did him please:

Nor timely tides did drive out of theirsluggish sourse, So pleased did his wrathfull purpose faire appease. Thus when shee had his eyes and sences fed

And by the way, as was her wonted guize, With false delights, and fild with pleasures vayn,

Her mery fitt she freshly gan to reare, Into a shady dale she soft him led,

And did of ioy and iollity devize, And layd him downe upon a grassy playn;

Herselfe to cherish, and her guest to cheare. And her sweete selfe without dread or disdayn

The knight was courteous, and did not forbeare She sett beside, laying his head disarmd

Her honest merth and pleasaunce to partake; In her loose lap, it softly to sustayn,

But when he saw her toy, and gibe, and geare, Where soone he slumbred fearing not be harmd :

And passe the bonds of modest merimake, The whiles with a love lay she thus him sweetly Her dalliaunce he despis’d and follies did forsake. charmd :

Yet she still followed her former style, “Behold, O man, that toilesome paines doest take, And said, and did, all that mote him delight, The flowrs, the fields, and all that pleasaunt growes,

Till they arrived in that pleasaunt ile, How they themselves doe thine ensample make,

Where sleeping late she lefte her other knight. Whiles nothing envious Nature them forth throwes But, whenas Guyon of that land had sight, Out of her fruitfull lap; how, no man knowes,

He wist himselfe amisse, and angry said ; They spring, they bud, they blossome fresh and faire, Ah! dame, perdy ye have not doen me right, And decke the world with their rich pompous showes; Thus to mislead mee, whiles I you obaid : Yet no man for them taketh paines or care, Me litle needed from my right way to have straid." Yet no man to them can his carefull paines compare.

“ Faire sir," quoth she, “ be not displeasd at all ; “ The lilly, lady of the flowring field,

Who fares on sea may not commaund his way, The flowre-deluce, her lovely parameure,

Ne wind and weather at his pleasure call : Bid thee to them thy fruitlesse labors yield, The sea is wide, and easy for to stray ; And soone leave off this toy some weary stoure: The wind unstable, and doth never stay. Loe! loe, how brave she decks her bounteous boure, But here a while ye may in safety rest, With silkin cortens and gold coverletts,

Till season serve new passage to assay: Therein to shrowd her sumptuous belamoure! Better safe port then be in seas distrest.” (iest. Yet nether spinnes nor cards, ne cares nor fretts, Therewith she laught, and did her earnest end in But to her mother nature all her care she letts.

But he, halfe discontent, note nathëlesse “ Why then dacst thou, man, that of them all Himselfe appease, and issewd forth on shore : Art lord, and eke of nature soveraine,

The joyes whereof and happy fruitfulnesse, Wilfully make thyselfe a wretched thrall,

Such as he saw, she gan him lay before, And waste thy joyous bowres in needelesse paine, And all, though pleasaant, yet she made much Seeking for daunger and adventures vaine? What bootes it al to have and nothing use? The fields did laugh, the flowres did freshly spring, Who shall him rew that swimming in the maine The trees did bud, and early blossomes bore; Will die for thrist, and water doth refuse? [chuse." | And all the quire of birds did sweetly sing, Refuse such fruitlesse toile, and present pleasures and told that gardins pleasures in their caroling. By this she had him lulled fast asleepe,

And she, more sweete then any bird on bough, That of no worldly thing he care did take: Would oftentimes emongst them beare a part, Then sbe with liquors strong his eies did steepe, And strive to passe (as she could well enough) That nothing should him hastily awake.

Their native musicke by her skilful art : So she him lefte, and did herselfe betake

So did she all, that might his constant hart Unto her boat again, with which she clefte Withdraw from thought of warlike enterprize, The slouthfuil wave of that great griesy lake: And drowne in dissolute delights apart, Hoone shee that island far behind her lefte, (wefte. Where noise of armes, or vew of martiall guize, And now is come to that same place where first she Might not revive desire of knightly exercize:


But he was wise, and wary of her will,

“ If ever love of lady did empierce And ever held bis hand upon bis hart;

Your yron brestes, or pittie could find place, Yet would not seeme so rude, and thewed ill, Withhold your bloody handes from battaill fierce; As to despise so curteous seeming part

And, sith for me ye fight, to me this grace' That gentle lady did to him impart:

Both yield, to stay your deadly stryfe a space.” But, fairly tempring, fond desire subdewd, They stayd a while; and forth she gan proceede; And ever her desired to depart.

“ Most wretched woman and of wicked race, She list not heare, but her disports poursewd, That am the authour of this hajnous deed, And ever bad him stay till time the tide renewd. And cause of death betweene two doughtie knights

do breed ! And now by this Cymochles howre was spent, That he awoke out of his ydle dreme;

“ But, if for me ye fight, or me will serve, And, shaking off his drowsy dreriment,

Not this rude kynd of battaill, nor these armes Gan him avize, howe ill did him beseme

Are meet, the which doe men in bale to sterve, In slouthfull sleepe his molten hart to steme, And doolefull sorrowe heape with deadly harines : And quench the brond of his conceived yre. Such cruell game my scarmoges disarmes. Tho up he started, stird with shame extreme, Another warre, and other weapons, I Ne staied for his damsell to inquire,

Doe love, where Love does give his sweet alarmes But marched to the strond, there passage to require. Without bloodshed, and where the enimy

Does yield unto his foe a pleasaunt victory.
And in the way he with sir Guyon mett,
Accompanyde with Phædria the faire:

“ Debatefull strife, and cruell enmity, Eftsoones he gan to rage, and inly frett,

The famous name of knighthood fowly shend; Crying; “ Let be that lady debonaire,

But lovely peace, aud gentle amity, Thou reereaunt knight, and soone thyselfe prepaire And in amours the passing howres to spend, To batteile, if thou meane her love to gayn. The mightie martiall handes doe most commend; Loe! loe already how the fowles in aire

Of love they ever greater glory bore Doe focke, awaiting shortly to obtayn

Then of their armes : Mars is Cupidoes frend, Thy carcas for their pray, the guerdon of thy payn.” | And is for Vetus loves renowned more [yore.

Then all his wars and spoiles, the which he did of And there-withall he fiersly at him flew, And with importune outrage him assayld; Therewith she sweetly smyld. They, though full Who, soone prepard to field, his sword forth drew, To prove extremities of bloody fight, [bent And him with equall valew countervayld :

Yet at her speach their rages gan relent, Their mightie strokes their baberieons dismayld, And calme the sea of their tempestuous spight: And naked made each others manly spalles; Such powre have pleasing wordes ! Such is the might The mortall steele despiteously entayld

Of courteous clemency in gentle hart ! Deepe in their flesh, quite through the yron walles, Now after all was ceast, the Faery knight That a large purple streame adown their giambeux Besought that damzell suffer him depart, falles.

And yield him ready passage to that other part. Cymocbles, that had never mett before

She no lesse glad then he desirous was So puissant foe, with envious despight

Of bis departure thence; for of her ioy His prowd presumed force increased more, And vaine delight she saw he light did pas, Disdeigning to bee held so long in fight.

A foe of folly and immodest toy, Sir Guyon, grudging not so much his might Still solemne sad, or still disdainfull coy; As those unknightly raylinges which he spoke, Delighting all in armes and cruell warre, With wrathfull fire his corage kindled bright, That her sweet peace and pleasures did amoy, Thereof devising shortly to be wroke,

Troubled with terrour and unquiet iarre, And doubling all his powres redoubled every stroke. That she well pleased was thence to amove him farre. Both of them high attonce their hands enhaunst, Tho him she brought abord, and her swift bote And both attonce their huge blowes down did sway: Forthwith directed to that further strand; Cymochles sword on Guyons shield yglaunst, The which on the dull waves did lightly flote, And thereof nigh one quarter sheard away: And soone arrived on the sballow sand, But Guyons angry blade so fiers did play

Where gladsome Guyon salied forth to land, On th' others helmett, which as Titan shone, And to that damsell thankes gave for reward. That quite it clove his plumed crest in tway, Upon that shore he spyed Atin stand, And bared all his head unto the bone; [stone. There by his maister left, when late he far'd Where-with astonisht still he stood as sencelesse In Phædrias flitt barck over that perlous shard. Still as he stood, fayre Phædria, that beheld Well could he him remember, sith of late That deadly daunger, soone atweene them ran; He with Pyrochles sharp debatement made; And at their feet herselfe most humbly feld, Streight gan he him revyle, and bitter rate, Crying with pitteous voyce, and countnance wan, As shepheardes curre, that in darke eveninges shade “Ah, well away! most noble lords, how can Hath tracted forth some salvage beastës trade : Your cruell eyes endure so pitteous sight,

“ Vile miscreaunt," said he, “whether dost thou flye To shed your lives on ground? Wo worth the man, The shame and death, which will thee soone invade? That first did teach the cursed steele to bight What coward hand shall doe thee next to dye, In his owne flesh, and makc way to the living spright ! | That art thus fowly fledd from famous enimy ?"

With that he stifly shooke his steelhead dart: Whyles thus they strugled in that Ydle wave, But sober Guyon hearing him so rayle,

And strove in vaine, the one himselfe to drowne, Though somewhat moved in his mightie bart, The other both from drowning for to save; Yet with strong reason maistred passion fraile, Lo! to that shore one in an auncient gowne," And passed fayrely forth: he, turning taile, Whose hoary locks great gravitie did crowne, Backe to the strond retyrd, and there still stayd, Holding in band a goodly arming sword, Awaiting passage, which bim late did faile; By fortune came, ledd with the troublous sowne: The whiles Cymochles with that wanton mayd Where drenched deepe he fownd in that dull ford The hasty heat of his avowd revenge delayd. The carefull servaunt stryving with his raging lord. Whylest there the varlet stood, he saw from farre Him Atin spying knew right well of yore, An armed knight that towardes him fast ran; And lowdly cald; “ Help! helpe, O Archimage, He ran on foot, as if in lucklesse warre

To save my lord in wretched plight forlore; His forlorne steed from him the victour wan: Helpe with thy hand, or with thy counsell sage: He seemed breathlesse, hartlesse, faint, and wan; Weake handes, but counsell is most strong in age." And all his armour sprinckled was with blood, Him when the old man saw, he woundred sore And soyld with durtie gore, that no man can To see Pyrochles there so rudely rage: Discerne the hew thereof: he never stood,

Yet sithens helpe, he saw, be needed more
But bent bis hastie course towardes the Ydle flood. Then pitty, he in hast approched to the shore.
The varlet saw, when to the flood he came And cald; “ Pyrochles, what is this I see?
How without stop or stay he fiersly lept,

What hellish fury hath at earst thee hent?
And deepe bimselfe beducked in the same, Furious ever I thee knew to bee,
That in the lake his loftie crest was stept,

Yet never in this straunge astonishment.”
Ne of his safetie seemed care he kept;

“ These flames, these flames," he cryde, “ doe me But with his raging armes he rudely fasht

torment!" The waves about, and all his armour swept, “What flames," quoth he, "when I thee present see That all the blood and filth away was washt; In daunger rather to be drent then brent ?" Yet still he bet the water, and the billowes dasht. “ Harrow! the flames which me consume," said he,

“Ne can be quencht, within my secret bowelles bee. Atin drew nigh to weet what it mote bee; For much he wondred at that úncouth sight: “ That cursed man, that cruel feend of Hell, Whom should'he but his own deare lord there see, Furor, oh! Furor hath me thus bedight: His owne deare lord Pyrochles in sad plight, His deadly woundes within my liver swell, Ready to drowne himselfe for fell despight: And his whott fyre burnes in mine entralles bright, “ Harrow now, out and well away !” he cryde, Kindled through his infernall brond of spight, “What dismall day hath lent this cursed light, Sith late with him I batteill vaine would boste; To see my lord so deadly damnifyde?

That now I weene Joves dreaded thunder-light Pyrochles, O Pyrochles, what is thee betyde?” Does scorch not halfe so sore, nor damned ghoste

In flaming Phlegeton does not so felly roste." " I burne, I burne, I burne," theị lowd he cryde, “ O how I burne with implacable fyre!

Which whenas Archimago heard, his griefe Yet nought can quench mine inly flaming syde, He knew right well, and him attonce disarm'd: Nor sea of licour cold, nor lake of myre ;

Then searcht his secret woundes, and made a priefe Nothing but death can doe me to respyre." Of every place that was with bruzing harmd, “ Ah! be it," said he, “ from Pyrochles farre Or with the hidden fier inly warmd. After pursewing death once to requyre,

Which doen, he balmes and herbes thereto applyde, Orthink, thatought those puissant hands may marre, And evermore with mightie spels them charmd; Death is for wretches borne under unhappy starre.” That in short space he bas them qualifyde, (dyde.

And him restord to helth, that would have algates • Perdye, then is it fitt for me," said he, “ That am, I weene, most wretched man alive; Burning in flames, yet no flames can I see, And, dying dayly, dayly yet revive: O Atin, helpe to me last death to give !"

The varlet at his plaint was grievd so sore,
That his deepe-wounded hart in two did rive;

Guyon findes Mammon in a delve
And, his owne health remembring now no more,

Sunning his threasure hore; Did follow that ensample which he blam'd afore.

Is by him tempted, and led downe

To see his secrete store. Into the lake he lept his lord to ayd, (So love the dread of daunger doth despise) As pilot well expert in perilous wave, And, of him catching hold, him strongly stayd That to a stedfast starte his course hath bent, From drowning ; but more happy he then wise When foggy mistes or cloudy tempests have Of that seas nature did him not avise:

The faithfull light of that faire lampe yblent, The waves thereof so slow and sluggish were, And cover'd Heaven with hideous dreriment; Engrost with mud which did them fowle agrise, Upon his card and compas firmes his eye, That every weighty thing they did upbeare, The maysters of his long experiment, Ne ought mote ever sinck downe to the bottom And to them does the steddy helme apply, there.

Bidding his winged vessell fairely forward fly:

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