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“ Fond men! whose wretched care the life soone end-Her full large eye, in ietty-blacke array'd,
The wbitest white, set by her silver cheeke, “ Love is lifes end ; (an end, but never ending ;)
Grew pale and wan, like unto beavy lead; All joyes, all sweetes, all happinesse, awarding ;
The freshest purple fresher dyes must seeke, Love is life's wealth (nere spent, but ever spending) On these Cupido winged armies led
That dares compare with them his fainting red: More rich by giving, taking by discarding ;
Of little Loves that, with bold wanton traine Love's lifes reward, rewarded in rewarding : Then from thy wretched heart fond care reinoove; Force every beart, and to low vasselage constraine,
Under those colours, marching on the plaine, Ah! shouldst thou live but once loves sweetes to proove,
Her lips, most bappy each in other's kisses, Thou wilt not love to live, unlesse thou live to love." From their so wisht imbracements seldome parted,
Yet seem'd to blush at such their wanton blisses ; To this sweet voyce a dainty musique fitted But, when sweet words theirjoyning sweet disparted, It's well-tun'd strings, and to her notes consorted, To th' eare a dainty musique they imparted : And while with skilfull voyce the song she dittied, Upon them fitly sate, delightfull smiling, The blabbing Echo had her words retorted ; A thousand soules with pleasing stealth beguiling : That now the boy, beyond his soule transported, Ah! that such shews of ioyes should be all ioyes Through all his limbes feeles run a pleasant shaking, exiling And, twixt a hope and feare, suspects mistaking, And doubts he sleeping dreames, and broad awake So sweet a lodge; but when she once intended
The breath came slowly thence, unwilling leaving feares waking.
To feast the aire with words, the heart deceiving,
And at each word a hundred Loves attended,
Playing i’ th' breath, more sweete than is that firing
Where that Arabian onely bird, expiring, (spiring. CANTO III.
Lives by her death, by losse of breath more fresh re
Her chin, like to a stone in gold inchased,
Seem'd a fair iewell wrought with cunning band, Faire Cythereas limbes beheld,
And, being double, doubly the face graced : The straying lads heart so inthrald,
This goodly frame on her round necke did stand; That in a trance his melted spright
Such pillar well such curious work sustain'd; Leaves th' sences slumbring in delight.
And, on his top the heavenly spheare up-rearing,
A lesse but better Atlas, that faire Heaven bearing.
Lower two breasts stand, all their beauties bearing, Faire Venus, that within halfe naked lyes;
Two breasts as smooth and soft; but, ah, alas! And straight amaz'd (so glorious beauty shin'd)
Their smoothest softnes farre exceedes comparing; Would not returne the message to the minde;
More smooth and soft, but naught that ever was, But, full of feare and superstitious awe,
Where they are first, deserves the second place; Could not retire, or backe their beams withdraw,
Yet each as soft and each as smooth as other; So fixt on too much seeing made they nothing saw.
And when thou first tri'st one, and then the other,
Each softer seemes then each, and each then each Her goodly length stretcht on a lilly-bed,
seemes smoother. (A bright foyle of a beauty farre inore bright) Lowly betweene their dainty hemisphæres, Few roses round about were scattered,
(Their hemisphæres the heavnly globes excelling) As if the lillies learnt to blush, for spight
A path more wbite than is the name it beares, To see a skinne much more then lilly-white: 'The lacteal path, conducts to the sweet dwelling The bed sanke with delight so to be pressed, And knew not which to thinke a chance more blessed, Where hundred sweetes, and still fresh joyes attend
Where best Delight all joyes sits freely dealing ; Both blessed so to kisse, and so agayne be kissed. Receive in giving; and, still love dispending, (ing,
Grow richer by their losse,and wealthy by expending. Her spacious fore-head, like the clearest Moone, Whose full-growne orbc begins now to be spent,
But stay, bold shepheard ! here thy footing stay, Largely display'd in native silver shone,
Nor trust too much unto thy new-borne quill, Giving wide room to Beauty's regiment,
As farther to those dainty limbs to stray, Which on the plaine with Love tryumphing went; Or hope to paint that vale or beautious hill Her golden haire a rope of pearle imbraced, Which past the finest hand or choycest skill: Which, with their dainty threds oft-times eplaced, But were thy verse and song as finely fram'd Made the eie think the pearle was there in gold in- As are those parts, yet should it soone be blam!d, chased.
For now the shameles world of best things is asham'd.
That cunning artist, that old Greece admir'd, The boy, (whose sence was never yet acquainted Thus farre his Venus fitly portrayed,
With such a musique) stood with eares a rected, But there be left, nor farther ere aspir'd; And, sweetly with that pleasant spell enchanted, His dædale hand, that Nature perfected
More of those sugred straines long time expected; By Arte, felt Arte by Nature limitted.
Till seeing she bis speeches not reiected, Ah! well he knew, though his fit hand could give First sighes arising from his heart's low center, Breath to dead colours, teaching marble live, Thus gan reply, when each word bold would venter, Yet would these lively parts his hand of skill deprive. And strive the first that dainty labyrinth to enter. Such when this gentle boy her closly view'd, “Fair Cyprian queene, (for well that heavenly face Onely with thinnest silken vaile o'er-layd, Prooves thee the mother of all-conquering Love) Whose snowy colour much more snowy shew'd Pardon, I pray thee, my unweeting pace; By being next that skin, and all betray'd, For no presumptuous thoughts did hither moore Which best in naked beauties are array'd, My daring feete to this thy holy grove; His spirits, melted with so glorious sight,
But lucklesse chance (which, if you not gaine-say,
“ Nor did I come to right my wronged fire ;
And now I see, but never dare aspire
To moove my hope, where yet my love is moored;
Whence though I would, I would it not remoored;
Grant me yet still to love, though in my love to dye.”
But shee that in his eyes Loves face had seen, By th’ goddesse ; his soule-rapting blisse:
And flaming heart, did not such suite disdaine, Their mutual conference, and how
(For cruelty fits not sweete Beauties queene) Her service she doth him allow.
But gently could his passion entertain,
Then to her service (happy boy !) admits him, SOFT-SLEEPING Venus, waked with the fall,
And, like another Love, with bow and quiver fits bim. Looking behind, the sinking boy espies; With all she starts, and wondereth withall; And now with all the Loves he grew acquainted, She thinks that there her faire Adonis dyes, And Cupids selfe, with his like face delighted, And more she thinkes the more the boy she eyes : | Taught him a hundred wayes with which he daunted So, stepping neerer, up begins to reare him; The prouder hearts, and wronged lovers righted, And now with Love himselfe she will confer him, Forcing to love that most his love despited : And now before her love himselfe she will prefer him. And now the practique boy did so approve him,
And with such grace and cunning arte did moore The lad, soone with that dainty touch reviv'd,
The lovers sad despairing plaints Comforts the trembling boy with smiling grace:
Bright Venus with his love acquaints; But oh! those smiles (too full of sweete delight)
Sweetly importun'd, he doth show
From whom proceedeth this his woe.
(Ab, foole ! faint heart faire lady ne’re could win!)
While some cool mirtle shade did entertaine him, Tell me, what ist thy faire and wishing eyes re. Thus sighing would he sit, and sadly would be
“ Ah, fond and haplesse boy! nor know I whether | But if you wish more truely, limb'd to eye her,
The boyes short wish, her larger grant, Yet live thou in her love, and dye in her admiring,"
That doth his soule with blisse enchant; Thus oft the hopelesse boy complayning lyes;
Whereof impatient uttering all,
Inraged Jove contrives his thrall.
“ Thy crafty arte," reply'd the smiling queene, (Love is nobility) nor could she scorne
“ Hath well my chiding and not rage prevented," That with so noble skill her title did adorne.
Yet might'st thou thinke that yet 'twas never seene
That angry rage and gentle love consented; One day it chanc't, thrice happy day and chance! But if to me thy true love is presented, While Loves were with the Graces sweetly sporting, What wages for thy service must I owe thee? And to fresh musique sounding play and dance,
For by the selfe-same vow I here avow thee, And Cupids selfe, with shepheards boyes consorting, Whatever thou require 1 frankly will allow thee." Laugh'd at their pritty sport and simple courting, Faire Venus seats the fearfull boy close by her, “ Pardon,” replies the boy, “ for so affecting Where never Phoebus jealous lookes might eye her, Beyond mortallity, and not discarding And bids the boy his mistris and her name descry her. Thy service, was much more than my expecting ;
But if thou (more thy bounty-hood regarding) Long time the youth bound up in silence stood, Wilt needs heap up reward upon rewarding, While hope and feare with hundred thoughts begun
Thy love I dare not aske, or mutual fixing, Fit prologue to his speech; and fearefull blood One kisse is all my love and prides aspiring, sing." From heart and face with these post-tydings runne,
And after starve my heart, for my too much desirThat eyther now he's made, or now undon; At length bis trembling words, with feare made “ Fond boy!" sayd she, “too fond, that askt no more; Began his too long silence thus to breake, [weake, Thy want by taking is no whit decreased, While from bis humble eies first reverence seem'd And giving spends not our increasing store:"to speake.
Thus with a kisse bis lips she sweetly pressed;
Most blessed kisse! but hope more than most blessed. “Faire queene of love! my life thou maist command, The boy did thinke Heaven fell while thus be ioy'd, Too slender price for all thy former grace,
And while ioy he so greedily enioy'd, Which I receive at thy so bounteous hand; He felt not halfe his ioy by being over.ioy'd. But never dare I speak her name and face; My life is much lesse-priz'd than her disgrace: “ Why sighst? faire boy !” sayd she, “dost thou And, for I know if I her name relate
repent thee I purchase anger, I must hide her state,
Thy narrow wish in such straight bonds to stay?" Unlesse thou sweare by Stix I purchase not her hate." “ Well may I sigh," sayd he," and well lament me,
That never such a debt may hope to pay." Faire Venus well perceiv'd his subtile shift, “ A kisse,” sayd she, “ a kisse will back repay." And, swearing gentle patience, gently smild, Wilt thou,” reply'd the boy, too much delighted, While thus the boy persu'd his former drift:
“ Content thee with such pay to be requited ?” “ No tongue was ever yet so sweetly skild, She grants; and he his lips, heart, soule, to payNor greatest orator so bighly stild,
ment cited. Though helpt with all the choicest artes direction, But when he durst describe her Heaven's perfection, Look as a ward, long from his lands detain'd, By his imperfect praise disprais'd his imperfection. And subiect to his guardians cruel lore,
Now spends the more, the more he was restrain'd; “ Her forme is as her selfe, perfect cælestriall, So he; yet though in laying out his store No mortall spot her heavenly frame disgraces: He doubly takes, yet finds himself grow poore; Beyond compare such nothing is terrestrial? With that he markes, and tels her out a score, More sweete than thought or pow'rfull wish em- And doubles them, and trebles all before. braces;
Fond boy! the more thou paist, thy debt still grows The map of Heaven, the summe of all her graces :
At length, whether these favours so had fir'd him That moult with ioy, in such untri'd ioyes trying,
Long thus he liv'd, slumbring in sweete delight, That he presents himselfe her bounden slave,
Free from sad care and fickle worlds annoy, Still bis more wishing face seem'd somewhat else Bathing in liquid ioyes his melted sprite;
And longer mought, but he (ah, foolish boy!)
Too proud, and too impatient of his ioy, And, boldned with successe and many graces,
To woods, and Heav'n, and Earth, his blisse imparted, His band, chain'd up in feare, he now releast,
That Jove upon him downe his thunder darted, And asking leave, courag'd with her imbraces,
Blasting his splendent face, and all his beauty Againe it prison'd in her tender breast :
swarted. Ah, blessed prison ! prisners too much blest! There with those sisters long time doth be play, Such be his chance that to his love doth wrong; And now full boldly enters loves highway, (stray. Unworthy he to have so worthy place, Whiledowne the pleasant vale his creeping hand doth That cannot hold his peace and blabbing tongue;
Light ioyes float on his lips, but rightly grace She, not displeas'd with this his wanton play, Sinckes deepe, and th' heart's low center doth im. Hiding his blushing with a sugred kisse,
brace. With such sweete heat his rudenesse doth allay, Might I enjoy my lore till I unfold it, That now he perfect knowes whatever blisse I'd lose all favours when I blabbing told it: Elder Love taught, and he before did misse; He is not fit for love that is not fit to hold it.
ABEARE, bear, demean, behave.
Alablaster, the usual old spelling of alabaster. Aboord, from the bank.
Albee, whether. Abord, across, from shore to shore.
Albion, England, so called from the white rocks. Abraid, awaked.
Alegge, to lessen, or assuage. Abrayd, awake.
Aleggeaunce, alleviation. Abus, the Humber, in Yorkshire, from the British Alew, howling, lamentation. Aber, the mouth of a river.
Algates, wholly, altogether, by all means. Aby, abide.
Ali, sometimes for altogether, entirely; sometimes Abye, endure, or suffer.
for although. Accloieth, encumbreth.
All and some, one and all, every one. Accloyes, chokes, or clogs op.
All be, although (he) be. Accoid, plucked down, daunted.
Allectus, the Roman general. Account, tell over, number.
Allegge, ease, alleviate. According, granting.
All haile, the Saxon form of salutation, all health. Accoyed, daunted, same as Accoied, above; or, in All-to, completely or entirely.
Faerie Queene, b, iv. canto viii. p. 277, caressed, Alma, the mind. made much of.
Als, also. Accoyld, stood around, coiled up, or gathered to- Amate, subdue, or daunt. gether.
Amated, perplexed. Accrewed, increased, united.
Amenage, manage, carriage. Achates, provisions, from the old French achet, a Amenaunce, carriage, behaviour, conduct. thing bought.
Amis, a kind of garment. Acquit, released.
Amoves, moves. Adaw, to daunt, overawe, keep in subjection. Angle, or corner. Adawed, daunted, confounded.
An howre, any while. Addrest, went to, direeted the course to.
Annoy, hurt. Adore, used sometimes for adoro.
Antickes, buffoons. Adorne, ornament.
Appeach, impeach, accuse, censure. Adoaunst, driven furward, impelled, or hastened. Appeached, impeached, censured. Advise, consider.
Appele, to pronounce, or repeat, or to accuse. Advize, to bethink one's self.
Appellation, appeal. Affect, affection.
Apply, mind, or observe. Affections, passions, from the Latin affectus. Arayd, apparelled, or dressed. Afflicted stile, low and jejune style.
Arere, backward. Affrap, encounter, or strike down.
Arew, in a row, together. Affrended, made friends.
Armericke, Bretagne in France, formerly called ArAffret, rencounter, hasty meeting.
morica. Affronted, encountered, or opposed.
Arret, appoint. Affronting, opposing.
Arrett, appoint, assign, or allot.
Ascaunce, askew, or asquint.
Assoile, put off, was freed from.
Assoiled, absolved. Aghast, frequently used both as a verband participle. Assot, stupefied. Aglets, points, or tags of lace.
Assotte, to doat. Agraste, grace and favour.
Assoyle, liberate, or set free, or to determine. Agreeably, alike, like each other.
Asturt, to befall unawares. Aguisd, accoutred, or dressed.
At dore, near at hand. Aguize, to deck, or adorn.
At carst, lately.