Ne certes mote he greatly blamed be
From so high step to stoupe unto so low,
For who had tasted once, as oft did he,
The happy peace which there doth overflow,
And prov'd the perfect pleasures which doe grow
Amongst poore hyndes, in hills, in woods, in dales,
Would never more delight in painted show
Of such false blisse as there is set for stales
T'entrap unwary fooles in their eternall bales.
IV.
For what hath all that goodly glorious gaze
Like to one sight which Calidore did vew?
The glaunce whereof their dimmed eies would daze,
That never more they should endure the shew
Of that sunne-shine that makes them looke askew;
Ne ought in all that world of beauties rare
(Save onely Glorianaes heavenly hew,
To which what can compare?) can it compare,
The which, as commeth now by course, I will
One day as he did raunge the fields abroad,
Whilest his faire Pastorella was elsewhere,
He chaunst to come, far from all peoples troad,
Unto a place whose pleasaunce did appere
To passe all others on the earth which were;
For all that ever was by Nature's skill
Deviz'd to worke delight was gathered there,
And there by her were poured forth at fill,
As if this to adorne she all the rest did pill.
It was an hill plaste in an open plaine,
That round about was bordered with a wood
Of matchlesse hight, that seem'd th'earth to disdaine,
In which all trees of honour stately stood,
And did all winter as in summer bud,
Spredding pavilions for the birds to bowre,
Which in their lower braunches sung aloud,
And in their tops the soring hauke did towre,
Sitting like king of fowles in maiesty and powre:
VII.
And at the foote thereof, a gentle flud,
His silver waves did softly tumble downe,
Unmard with ragged mosse or filthy mud;
Ne mote wylde beastes, ne mote the ruder clowne,
Thereto approch, ne filth mote therein drowne;
But Nymphes and Faeries by the bancks did sit
In the wood's shade which did the waters crowne,
Keeping all noysome things away from it,
And to the waters fall turning their accents fit;
VIII.
And on the top thereof a spacious plaine
Did spred itselfe, to serve to all delight,
Either to daunce, when they to daunce would faine,
Or else to course-about their bases light;
Ne ought there wanted which for pleasure might
Desired be, or thence to banish bale;
So pleasauntly the hill with equall hight
Did seeme to overlooke the lowly vale,
Therefore it rightly cleped was Mount Acidale.
They say that Venus, when she did dispose
Herselfe to pleasaunce, used to resort
Unto this place, and therein to repose
And rest herselfe as in a gladsome port,
Or with the Graces there to play and sport,
That even her owne Cytheron, though in it
She used most to keepe her royall court,
And in her soveraine majesty to sit,
She in regard hereof refusde, and thought unfit.
X.
Unto this place, whenas the Elfin knight,
Approcht, him seemed that the merry sound
Of a shrill pipe he playing heard on hight,
And many feete fast thumping th'hollow ground,
That through the woods their eccho did rebound:
He nigher drew, to weete what mote it be ;
There he a troupe of ladies dauncing found
Full merrily, and making gladfull glee,
And in the midst a shepheard piping he did see.
XI.
He durst not enter into th'open greene,
For dread of them unwares to be descryde,
For breaking of their daunce, if he were seene,
But in the covert of the wood did byde,
Beholding all, yet of them unespyde:
There he did see that pleased much his sight,
That even he himselfe his eyes envyde,
An hundred naked maidens lilly white,
All raunged in a ring, and dauncing in delight.
All they without were raunged in a ring,
And daunced round; but in the midst of them
Three other ladies did both daunce and sing,
The whylest the rest them round about did hemme,
And like a girlond did in compasse stemme;
And in the middest of those same three was placed
Another damzell, as a precious gemme
Amidst a ring most richly well enchaced,
That with her goodly presence all the rest much
[graced. Looke how the crowne, which Ariadne wore Upon her yvory forehead, that same day That Theseus her unto his bridale bore; When the bold Centaures made that bloudy fray With the fierce Lapithes, which did them dismay, Being now placed in the firmament,
Through the bright heaven doth her beames display,
And is unto the starres an ornament,
Which round about her move in order excellent.
XIV.
Such was the beauty of this goodly band,
Whose sundry parts were her too long to tell,
But she that in the midst of them did stand
Seem'd all the rest in beauty to excell,
Crownd with a rosie girlond, that right well
Did her beseeme; and ever as the crew
About her daunst, sweet flowres that far did smell,
And fragrant odours, they uppon her threw,
But most of all those three did her with gifts endew.
Those were the Graces, daughters of Delight,
Handmaides of Venus, which are wont to haunt
Uppon this hill, and daunce there day and night;
Those three to men all gifts of grace do graunt,
And all that Venus in herself doth vaunt
Is borrowed of them; but that faire one
That in the midst was placed paravaunt,
Was she to whom that shepheard pypt alone,
That made him pipe so merrily as never none.
XVI.
She was to weete that iolly shepheard's lasse
Which piped there unto that merry rout;
That iolly shepheard which there piped, was
Poore Colin Clout (who knows not Colin Clout?)
He pypt apace, whilest they him daunst about.
Pype, iolly Shepheard! pype thou now apace
Unto thy love, that made thee low to lout;
Thy love is present there with thee in place,
Thy love is there advaunst to be another Grace,
XVII.
Much wondred Calidore at this straunge sight,
Whose like before his eye had never seene,
And standing long astonished in spright,
And rapt with pleasance, wist not what to weene,
Whether it were the traine of Beauties queene,
Or Nymphes, or Faeries, or enchaunted show,
With which his eyes mote have deluded beene;
Therefore resolving what it was to know,
Out of the wood he rose, and toward them did go:
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