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So Guyon having lost his trustie guyde,

" Wherefore if me thou deigne to serve and sew, Late left beyond that Ydle Lake, proceedes At thy commaund lo! all these mountaines bee: Yet on his way, of none accompanyde;

Or if to thy great mind, or greedy vew, And evermore himselfé with comfort feedes All these may not suffise, there shall to thee Of his own vertues and praise-worthie deedes. Ten times so much be nombred francke and free.” So, long he yode, yet no adventure found,

“Mammon," said he, “thy godheads vauntis vaine, Which Fame of her shrill trompet worthy reedes: And idle offers of thy golden fee; For still he traveild through wide wastfull ground, To them that covet such eye-glutting gaine That gought but desert wildernesseshewd all around. Proffer thy giftes, and fitter servaunts entertaine. At last he came unto a gloomy glade,

“ Me ill befits, that in derdoing arnies Cover'd with boughes and shrubs from Heavens light, And honours suit my vowed daies do spend, Whereas he sitting found in secret shade

Unto thy bounteous baytes and pleasing charmes, An uncouth, salvage, and uncivile wight,

With which weake men thou witchest, to attend; Of griesly bew and fowle ill-favour'd sight;

Regard of worldly mucke doth fowly blend His face with smoke was tand, and eies were bleard, and low abåse the high heroicke spright, His head and beard with sout were ill bedight, That ioyes for crownes and kingdomes to contend: His cole-blacke hands did seeme to have ben seard Faire shields, gay steedes, bright armes, be my dear In smythes fire-spitting forge, and payles like clawes

light; appeard.

Those be the riches fit for an advent'rous knight.” His yron cote, all overgrowne with rust; Was underneath enveloped with gold;

“ Vaine glorious Elfe," saide he,“ doest not thou Whose glistving glosse, darkned with filthy dust,

That money can thy wantes at will supply? [weet Well yet appeared to have beene of old

Shields, steeds, and armes, and all things for thee A worke of rich entayle and curious mould,

It can purvay in twinckling of an eye; [meet, "Woven with antickes and wyld ymagery:

And crownes and kingdomes to thee multiply. And in his lap a masse of coyne he told,

Do not I kings create, and throw the crowne And turned upside downe, to feede his eye

Sometimes to him that low in dust doth ly, And covetous desire with his huge threasury,

And him that raignd into his rowme thrust downe;

And, whom Ilust, do heape with glory and reñowne?" And round about him lay on every side Great heapes of gold that never could be spent;

“ All otherwise,” saide he, “ I riches read, Of which some were rude owre, not purifide

And deeme them roote of all disquietnesse; Of Mulcibers devouring element;

First got with guile, and then preserv'd with dread Some others were new driven, and distènt

And after spent with pride and lavishnesse, Into great ingowes and to wedges square;

Leaving behind them griefe and heavinesse : Some ip round plates withouten moniment:

lofinite mischiefes of them doe arize; But most were stampt, and in their metal bare Strife and debate, bloodshed and bitternesse, The antique shapes of kings and Kesars straung Outrageous wrong and hellish covetize; and rare.

That noble Heart, as great dishonour, doth despize. Soone as he Guyon saw, in great affright

“ Ne thine be kingdomes, ne the scepters thine; And haste be rose for to remove aside

But realmes and rulers thou doest both confound, Those pretious hils from straungers envious sight, And loyall truth to treason doest incline : And downe them poured through an bole full wide Witnesse the guiltlesse blood pourd oft on ground; Into the hollow earth, them there to hide:

The crowned often slaine; the slayer cround; Bat Guyon, lightly to him leaping, stayd

The sacred diademe in peeces rent; His hand that trembled as one terrifyde;

And purple robe gored with many a wound; And though himselfe were at the sight dismayd, Castles surprizd ; great cities sackt and brent : Yet him perforce restraynd, and to him doubtfull So mak'st thou kings, and gaynest wrongfull gosayd;

vernment ! “ What art thou, man, (if man at all thou art) Long were to tell the troublous stormes that tosse That here in desert hast thine habitaunce,

The private state, and make the life unsweet : And these rich hils of welth doest hide apart Wbo swelling sayles in Caspiau sea doth crosse, From the worldes eye, and from her right usaunce?" And in frayle wood on Adrian gulf doth fleet, Thereat, with staring eyes fixed askaunce,

Doth not, I weene, so many evils meet." In great disdaine he answerd; “ Hardy Elfe, Then Mammon wexing wroth; “ And why then," That darest view my direful countenaunce ! “ Arc mortall men so fond and undiscreet (sayd, I read thee rash and heedlesse of thyselfe, (pelfe. So evill thing to seeke unto their ayd; [brayd ?” To trouble my still seate and heapes of pretious And, having not, complaine; and, having it, up“ God of the world and worldlings I me call, « Indeed," quoth he," through fowle intempeGreat Mammon, greatest god below the skye, Frayle men are oft captiv'd to covetise : [raunce, That of my plenty poure out unto all,

But would they thinke with how small allowaúnce And unto none my graces do envye:

Untroubled nature doth herselfe'suffise, Riches, renow me, and priocipality,

Such superfluities they would despise, Honour, estate, and all this worldës good,

Which with sad cares empeach our native joyes. For which men swinck and sweat incessantly, At the well-head the purest streames arise; Fro me do fow into an ample flood,

But mucky filth his braunching armes aupoyes, And in the hollow earth have their eternall brood. And with upcomely weedes the gentle wave accloyng.

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“ The antique world, in his first flowring youth, And over them sad Horror with grim hem
Fownd no defect in his Creators grace;

Did alwaies sore, beating his yron wings;
But with glad thankes, and unreproved truth, And after him owles and night-ravens flew,
The guifts of soveraine bouuty did embrace: The hatefull messengers of heavy things,
Like angels life was then mens happy cace: Of death and dolor telling sad tidings;
But later ages pride, like coru-fed steed,

Whiles sad Celeno, sitting on a clifte,
Abusd her plenty and fat-swolne encreace

A song of bale and bitter sorrow sings, To all licentious lust, and gan exceed

That hart of flint asonder could have rifte; The measure of her meane and naturall first need. Which having ended after him she iyeth swifte. “ Then gan a cursed hand the quiet wombe All these before the gates of Pluto lay; Of his great grandmother with steele to wound, By whom they passing spake unto them dought. And the bid treasures in her sacred tombe

But th’ Elfin knight with wonder all the way With sacriledge to dig : therein he fownd

Did feed his eyes, and fild his inner thought. Fountaines of gold and silver to abownd,

At last him to a litle dore he brought, Of which the matter of his huge desire

That to the gate of Hell, which gaped wide, And pompous pride eftsoones he did compownd; Was next adioyning, ne them parted ought : Then Avarice gan through his veines inspire Betwixt them both was but a litle stride, (vide. His greedy flames, and kindled life-devouring fire." That did the House of Richesse from Hell-mouth di

“ Sonne," said he then, “lett bethy bitter scorne, Before the dore sat selfe-consuming Care, And leave the rudenesse of that antique age Dav and night keeping wary watch and ward, To them, that liv'd therin in state forlorne.

For feare least Force or Fraud should unaware Thou, that doest live in later times, must wage Breake in, and spoile the treasure there in gard : Thy workes for wealth, and life for gold engage. Ne would he suffer Sleepe once thether-ward If then thee list my offred grace to use,

Approch, albe his drowsy den were next; Take what thou please of all this surplusage; For next to Death is Sleepe to be compard ; If thee list not, leave have thou to refuse:

Therefore his house is unto his annext: [betwext. But thing refused doe not afterward accuse." Here Sleep, there Richesse, and Hel-gate them both “ Me list not,” said the Elfin knight, “ receave

So soon as Mammon there arrivd, the dore Thing offred, till I know it well be gott;

To him did open, and affoorded way: Ne wote I but thou didst these goods bereave

Him followed eke sir Gayon evermore, From rightfull owner by unrighteous lott,

Ne darknesse him ne daunger might dismay. Or that blood-guiltinesse or guile them blott.” Soone as he entred was, the dore streightway “ Perdy,' quoth he, “ yet never eie did vew,

Did shutt, and from behind it forth there lept Ne tong did tell, ne hand these handled not;

An ugly feend, more fowle then dismall day; But safe I have them kept in secret mew (sew." The which with monstrous stalke behind him stept, From Hevens sight and powre of al which them pour. And ever as he went dew watch upon him kept. “ What secret place," quoth he, “ can safely hold

Well hoped hee, ere long that hardy guest, So huge a masse, and hide from Heavens eie?

If ever covetous hand, or lustfull eye, Or where hast thou thy wonne, that so much gold

Or lips he layd on thing that likt him best, Thou canst preserve from wrong and robbery?”

Or ever sleepe his eie-strings did untye, Come thou,” quoth he, “and see.” So by and by Should be his pray: and therefore still on hye Through that thick covert he him led, and fownd

He over him did hold his cruell clawes, A darksome way, which no man could descry,

Threatning with greedy gripe to doe him dye, That deep descended through the hollow grownd,

And rend in peeces with his ravenous pawes, And was with dread and horror compassed arownd.

If ever he transgrest the fatall Stygian lawes.

That houses forme within was rude and strong, At length they came into a larger space,

Lyke an huge cave hewne out of rocky clifte, That stretcht itselfe into an ample playne; From whose rough vaut the ragged breaches hong Through which a beaten broad high way did trace, Embost with massy gold of glorious guifte, That streight did lead to Plutoes griesly rayne : And with rich metall loaded every rifte, By that wayes side there sate infernall Payne,

That heavy ruine they did seeme to threatt; And fast beside him sat tumultuous Strife;

And over them Arachne high did lifte The one in hand an yron whip did strayne,

Her cunning web, and spred her subtile nett, The other brandished a bloody knife;

Enwrapped in fowle smoke and clouds more black And both did gnash their teeth, and both did threat

than iett. en life.

Both roofe, and floore, and walls, were all of gold, On th' other side in one consórt there sate

But overgrowne with dust and old decay, Cruell Revenge, and rancorolis Despight,

And hid in darknes, that none could behold Disloyall Treason, and hart-burning Hate; The hew thereof: for vew of cherefull day But gnawing Gealosy, out of their sight

Did never in that house itselfe display, Sitting alone, his bitter lips did bight;

But a faint shadow of uncertein light; And 'rembling Feare still to and fro did fly, Such as a lamp, whose life does fade away; And found no place wher safe he shroud bim might: Or as the Moone, cloathed with clowdy night, Lamenting Sorrow did in darknes lye;

Does shew to him that walkes in feare and sad afAnd Shame his ugly face did hide from living eye.


In all that rowme was nothing to be seene

But, when an earthly wight they present saw But huge great yron chests, and coffers strong, Glistring in armes and battailous array, AM bard with double bends, that none could weene From their whot work they did themselves withdraw Them to enforce by violence or wrong ;

To wonder at the sight; for, till that day, On every side they placed were along.

They never creature saw that cam that way: But all the grownd with sculs was scattered Their staring eyes sparckling with fervent fyre And dead mens bones, which round about were flong; And ugly shapes did nigh the man dismay, Whose lives, it seemed, whilome there were shed, That, were it not for shame, he would retyre; And their vile carcases now left unburied. Till that him thus bespake their soveraine lord and

syre: They forward passe; ne Guyon yet spoke word,

“ Behold, thou Faeries sonne, with mortall eye, Till that they came unto an yron dore, Which to them opened of his owne accord,

That living eye before did never see! And shewd of richesse such exceeding store,

The thing, that thou didst crave so earnestly, As eie of man did never see before,

To weet whence all the wealth late shewd by mee Ne ever could within one place be fownd,

Proceeded, lo! now is reveald to thee. Though all the wealth, which is or was of yore,

Here is the fountaine of the worldës good! Could gatherd be through all the world arownd,

Now therefore, if thou wilt enriched bee, And that above were added to that under grownd.

Avise thee well, and chaunge thy wilfull mood;

Least thou perhaps hereafter wish, and be withstood. » The charge thereof unto a covetous spright

“ Suffise it then, thou money-god," quoth hee, Commaunded was, who thereby did attend,

“ That all thine ydle offers I refuse. And warily awaited day and night,

All that I need I have; what needeth mee From other covetous feends it to defend,

To cover more then I have cause to use? Who it to rob and ransacke did intend.

With such vaine shewes thy worldlinges vyle abuse; Then Mammon, turning to that warriour, said;

But give me leave to follow mine emprise.” “ Loe, here the worldës blis! loe, here the end, To which al men do ayme, rich to be made !

Mammon was much displeasd, yet no’te he chuse

But beare the rigour of his bold mesprise; Such grace now to be happy is before thee laid.”

And thence him forward ledd, bim further to entise. “ Certes," sayd he, “ I n'ill thine offred grace, He brought him, through a darksom narrow střayt, Ne to be made so happy doe intend !

To a broad gate all built of beaten gold: Another blis before mine eyes I place,

The gate was open; but therein did wayt
Another happines, another end.

A sturdie villein, stryding stiffe and bold,
To them, that list, these base regardes I lend : As if the highest God defy he would :
But I in armes, and in atchievements brave, In his right hand an yron club he held,
Do rather choose my flitting houres to spend, But he himselfe was all of golden mould,
And to be lord of those that riches have,

Yet had both life and sence, and well could weld Then them to have my selfe, and be their servile That cursed weapon, when his cruell foes he queld. sclave.”

Disdayne he called was, and did disdayne Thereat the feend his gnashing teeth did grate,

To be so cald, and who so did him call : And griev'd, so long to lacke his greedie pray;

Sterne was his looke, and full of stoinacke vayne; For well he weened that so glorious bayte

His portaunce terrible, and stature tall, Would tempt his guest to take thereof assay:

Par passing th' hight of men terrestriall; Had he so doen, he had bim snatcht away

Like an huge gyant of the Titans race; More light than culver in the faulcons fist:

That made him scorne all creatures great and small, Eternall God thee save from such decay!

And with his pride all others powre deface: But, whenas Mammon saw his purpose mist,

More fitt emongst black fiendes then men to have Him to entrap unwares another way he wist.

his place.

Soone as those glitterand armes he did espye, Thence, forward' he him ledd and shortly brought

That with their brightnesse made that darknes light, Unto another rowme, whose dore fortbright

His harmefull club he gan to hurtle hye, To him did open as it had beene taught:

And threaten batteill to the Faery knight; Therein an hundred raunges weren pight,

Who likewise gap himselfe to batteill dight, And hundred fournaces all burning bright;

Till Mammon did his hasty hand withbold, By every fournace many feends did byde,

And counseld him abstaine from perilous fight; Deformed creatures, horrible in sight;

For nothing might abash the villein bold, And every feend bis busie paines applyde

Ne mortall steele emperce his miscreated mould. To melt the golden metall, ready to be tryde.

So having him with reason pacifyde, One with great bellowes gathered filling ayre, And that fiers carle commaunding to forbeare, And with forst wind the fewell did inflame; He brought him in. The rowme was large and wyde, · Another did the dying bronds repayre

As it some gyeld or solemne temple weare; With yron tongs, and sprinckled ofte the same Many great golden pillours did upbeare With liquid waves, fiers Vulcans rage to tame, The massy roofe, and riches huge sustayne ; Who, maystring them, renewd his former heat: And every pillour decked was full deare Some scumd the drosse that from the metall came; With crownes, and diademes, and titles vaine, Some stird the molten owre with ladles great: Which mortall princes wore whiles they on Rarth And every one did swincke, and every one did sweat.

did rayne.


A route of people there assembled were,

Mammon emmoved was with inward wrath; Of every sort and nation under skye,

Yet, forcing it to fayne, him forth thence ledd, Which with great uprore preaced to draw nere Through griesly shadowes by a beaten path, To th' upper part, where was advaunced bye Into a gardin goodly garnished A stately siege of soveraine maiestye;

With hearbs and fruits, whose kinds mote not be And thereon satt a woman gorgeous gay,

Not such as earth out of her fruitfull woomb And richly cladd in robes of royaltye,

Throwes forth to men, sweet and well savored, That never earthly prince in such aray

But direful deadly black, both leafe and bloom, His glory did en haunce, and pompous pryde display. Fitt to adorne the dead and deck the drery toombe. Her face right wondrous faire did seeme to bee, These mournfull cypresse grew in greatest store; That her broad beauties beam great brightnes threw And trees of bitter gall; and heben sad; Through the dim shade, that all men might it see; Dead sleeping poppy; and black hellebore; Yet was not that same her owne native bew, Cold coloquintida ; and tetra mad; But wrought by art and counterfetted shew, Mortal samnitis; and cicuta bad, Thereby more lovers unto her to call;

With which th' uniust Atheniens made to dy Nath'lesse most hevenly faire in deed and vew Wise Socrates, who, thereof quaffing glad, She by creation was, till she did fall; [withall. Pourd out his life and last philosophy Thenceforth she sought for helps to cloke her crime To the fayre Critias, his dearest belamy! There, as in glistring glory she did sitt,

The Gardin of Proserpina this hight:
She held a great gold chaine ylincked well, And in the midst thereof a silver seat,
Whose upper end to highest Heven was knitt, With a thick arber goodly over-dight,
And lower part did' reach to lowest Hell;

In which she often usd from open heat
And all that preace did rownd about her swell Herselfe to shroud, and pleasures to entreat:
To catchen hold of that long chaine, thereby Next thereunto did grow a goodly tree,
To climbe aloft, and others to excell:

With braunches broad dispredd and body great, That was Ambition, rasb desire to sty,

Clothed with leaves, that none the wood mote see, And every linck thereof a step of dignity. And loaden all with fruit as thick as it might beeSome thought to raise themselves to high degree Their fruit were golden apples glistring bright, By riches and unrighteous reward ;

That goodly was their glory to behold; Some by close shouldring; some by fatteree; On Earth like never grew, ne living wight Others through friendes; others for base regard; Like ever saw, but they from hence were sold; And all, by wrong waies, for themselves prepard : For those, which Hercules with conquest bold Those, that were up themselves, kept others low; Got from great Atlas daughters, hence began, Those, that were low themselves, held others hard, and planted there did bring forth fruit of gold ; Ne suffred them to ryse or greater grow;

And those, with which th' Eubcan young man wan But every one did strive his fellow downe to throw. Swift Atalanta, when through craft he her out ran Which whenas Guyon saw, he gan inquire, Here also sprong that goodly golden fruit, What meant that preace about that ladies throne, With which Acontius got his lover trew, And what she was that did so high aspyre? Whom he had long time sought with fruitlesse snit: Him Mammon answered; “ That goodly one, Here eke that famous golden apple grew, Whom all that folke with such contention

The which emongst the gods false Ate threw; Doe flock about, my deare, my daughter is : For which th' Idæan ladies disagreed, Honour and dignitie from her alone

Till partiall Paris dempt in Venus dew, Derived are, and all this worldës blis, (mis : And had of her fayre Helen for his meed, Bor which yo men dve strive; few gett, but many That many noble Greekes and Trojans made to bleed, * And fayre Philotimé she rightly hight,

The warlike Elfe much wondred at this tree, The fairest wight that wonneth under skie,

So fayre and great, that shadowed all the ground; But that this darksoin neather world her light And his broad braunches, laden with rich fee, Doth'dim with horror and deformity,

Did stretch themselves without the utmost bound Worthie of Heven and hye felicitie,

Of this great gardin, compast with a muund: From whence the gods have her for envy thrust : Which over-hanging, they themselves did steepe But, sith thou hast found favour in mine eye, In a blacke flood, which flow'd about it round; Thy spouse I will her make, if that thou lust ; [iust.” That is the river of Cocytus deepe, That she may thee advance for works and merits In which full many soules do endlesse wayle and

weepe. “ Gramercy, Mammon," said the gentle knight, “ For so great grace and offred bigh estate; Which to behold he elomb up to the bancke; But I, that am fraile flesh and earthly wight, And, looking downe, saw many damned wightes Unworthy match for such im nortall mate

those sad waves, which direfull deadly staneke, Myselfe well wote, and mine unequall fate: Plonged continually of cruell sprightes, And were I not, yet is my trouth yplight,

That with their piteous eryes, and yelling shrightes, And love avowd to other lady late,

They made the further shore resounden wide : That to remove the same I have no might: Emongst the rest of those same ruefull sightes, To cbaunge love causelesse is reproch to warlike One cursed creature he by chaunce espide, knight.”

That drenched lay full deepe under the garden sida

Deepe was he drenched to the upmost chin, And now he has so long remained theare,
Yet gaped still as coveting to drinke

That vitall powres gan wexe both weake and watt Of the cold liquour which he waded in ;

For want of food and sleepe, wbich two upbeare, And, stretching forth bis hand, did often thinke Like mightie pillours, this frayle life of man, To reach the fruit which grew upon the brincke; That none without the same enduren can: But both the fruit from hand, and food from mouth, For now three dayes of men were full outwrougbt, Did fly abacke, and made him vainely swincke; Since he this hardy enterprize began: The whiles he sterv'd with hunger, and with drouth Forthy great Mammon fayrely he besought He daily dyde, yet never througly dyen couth. Into the world to guyde him backe, as he him brought The knight, him seeing labour so in vaine,

The god, though loth, yet was coastraynd tobay; Askt who he was, and what he meant thereby ? For lenger time, then that, no living wight Who, groning deepe, thus answerd him againe; Below the Earth might suffred be to stay: “ Most cursed of all creatures under skye, So backe againe him brought to living light. Lo Tantalus, I here tormented lye!

But all so soone as his enfeebled spright Of whom high love wont whylome feasted bee; Gan sucke this vitall ayre into his brest, Lo, here I now for want of food doe dye!

As overcome with too exceeding might, But, if that thou be such as I thee see,

The life did Ait away out of her nest, Of grace I pray thee give to eat and drinke to mee!" Aud all his sences were with deadly fit opprest. “ Nay, nay, thou greedy Tantalus," quoth he, “ Abide the fortune of thy present fate; And, unto all that live in bigh degree,

Ensample be of mind intemperate,
To teach them how to use their present state."

Sir Guyon, layd in swowne, is by
Then gan the cursed wretch alowd to cry,

Acrates sonnes despoyld; Accusing highest love and gods ingrate;

Whom Arthure soone hath reskewed, And eke blaspheming Heaven bitterly,

And Paynim brethren foyld. As author of unjustice, there to let him dye.

And is there care in Heaven? And is there love He lookt a litle further, and espyde

lo heavenly spirits to these creatures bace, Another wretch, whose carcas deepe was drent

That may compassion of their evils move? Within the river which the same did hyde:

There is :-else much more wretched were the cace But both his handes, most filthy feculent,

Of men then beasts : But 0! th' exceeding grace Above the water were on high extent,

Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And faynd to wash themselves incessantly,

And all his workes with mercy doth embrace, Yet nothing cleaner were for such intent,

That blessed angels he sends to and fro, But rather fowler seemed to the eye;

To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe So lost his labour vaine and ydle industry.

How oft do they their silver bowers Teave The knight, bim calling, asked who he was ? To come to succour us that succour want! Who, lifting up his head, him answerd thus; How oft do they with golden pineons cleave “ I Pilate am, the falstest iudge, alas !

The fitting skyes, like flying pursuivant, And most uniust; that, by unrighteous

Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant! And wicked doome, to lewes despiteous

They for us fight, they watch and dewly ward, Delivered up the Lord of Life to dye,

And their bright squadrons round about us plant; And did acquite a murdrer felonous;

And all for love and nothing for reward :

(gard! The whiles my handes I washt in purity,

0, why should hevenly God to men have such reThe whiles my soule was soyld with fowle iniquity.”

During the while that Guyon did abide Infinite moe tormented in like paine

In Mammons house, the palmer, whom whyleare He there beheld, too long here to be told :

That wanton mayd of passage had denide, Ne Mammon would there let him long remayne, By further search had passage found elsewhere; For terrour of the tortures manifold,

And, being on his way, approached neare In which the damned soules he did behold, Where Guyon lay in traunce; when suddeinly But roughly him bespake: “ Thou fearefull foole, He heard a voyce that called lowd and cleare, Why takest not of that same fruite of gold? Come hether, come hether, O! come hastily!" Ne sittest downe on that same silver stoole, That all the fields resounded with the ruefull cry. To rest thy weary person in the shadow coole?”

The palmer lent his eare unto the noyce,
All which he did to do him deadly fal}

To weet who called so importunely:
In frayle intemperaunce through sinfull bayt; Againe he heard a more efforced voyce,
To which if he inclyned had at all,

That bad him come in haste : he by and by
That dreadfuls feend, which did behinde him wayt, His feeble feet directed to the cry;
Would him have rent in thousand peeces strayt: Which to that shady delve him brought at last,
But he was wary wise in all his way,

Where Mammon earst did sunne his threasury: And well perceived his deceiptfull sleight,

There the good Guyon he found slumbring fast Ne suffred lust bis safety to betray:

In senceles dreame; which sight at first lim sore So goodly did beguile the guyler of bis pray.


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