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Cant. 5.
The Hermite tels Asotus Tragedie,
His wicked deeds and filthie luparie:
And Cipribel there learnes felicitie,
But Erofel still plagues with crueltie
Pirinoes soule, whose craft when they had found,
They stript her clothes, and to the steed her bound.
His wicked deeds and filthie luparie:
And Cipribel there learnes felicitie,
But Erofel still plagues with crueltie
Pirinoes soule, whose craft when they had found,
They stript her clothes, and to the steed her bound.
Haples that wight within whose bowels lye
The deep-drencht poysons of vncured vice,
Nor any Antidote can helpe apply,
To whose soules cure no leach-art will suffice,
But tossed in the waues from any eye,
Payes desperate his soules vnmatched price:
But happy they awakt from sleepe of night,
To see the blessed dayes thought-clearing light.
The deep-drencht poysons of vncured vice,
Nor any Antidote can helpe apply,
To whose soules cure no leach-art will suffice,
But tossed in the waues from any eye,
Payes desperate his soules vnmatched price:
But happy they awakt from sleepe of night,
To see the blessed dayes thought-clearing light.
Which seld seene blisse new-changed Cipribel,
Hath by her gentle-smiling fortune gaind:
So they that in a parfum'd house doe dwell,
The parfum'd odour afterlong retaind;
And wicked chaind with those that vse doe well,
Haue from their wicked customes soone refraind:
The horse whose back the tamer oft bestrides,
At length with easie pacefull gently rides.
Hath by her gentle-smiling fortune gaind:
So they that in a parfum'd house doe dwell,
The parfum'd odour afterlong retaind;
And wicked chaind with those that vse doe well,
Haue from their wicked customes soone refraind:
The horse whose back the tamer oft bestrides,
At length with easie pacefull gently rides.
After the Giant-fight when downe he threw,
The filthie sonnes which Aloeus bare,
And those same monsters great Themistos flew,
Spoyling those wolues which all the passers tare,
From their black mansions he his feete withdrew,
And with the Ladies in his way doth fare:
Freeing each wretch from his vnworthie paine,
Restoring them vnto their rest againe.
The filthie sonnes which Aloeus bare,
And those same monsters great Themistos flew,
Spoyling those wolues which all the passers tare,
From their black mansions he his feete withdrew,
And with the Ladies in his way doth fare:
Freeing each wretch from his vnworthie paine,
Restoring them vnto their rest againe.
At length they past where they all wondring spide
A little rocky forme, whence did arise
A fruitfull issuing streame, that still did slide
From out the hollow stone in ample wise:
Fast by a little cabinet they eyde,
Whither desirous of some nouelties,
They goe enquiring what these things mought bee,
VVhich they so strange and neuer-heard did see.
A little rocky forme, whence did arise
A fruitfull issuing streame, that still did slide
From out the hollow stone in ample wise:
Fast by a little cabinet they eyde,
Whither desirous of some nouelties,
They goe enquiring what these things mought bee,
VVhich they so strange and neuer-heard did see.
VVhen by a crany there they silent view,
An old age-worne-out father that with beades
Praying full deeply, seem'd some gift to sue
Of the great king, when still he earnest reades,
And letting downe his beades sayes prayer new:
Thus he his lifes cold Autumne-yeares doth leade,
Nor caring for the world nor worldly wealth,
But his beloued soules beloued health.
An old age-worne-out father that with beades
Praying full deeply, seem'd some gift to sue
Of the great king, when still he earnest reades,
And letting downe his beades sayes prayer new:
Thus he his lifes cold Autumne-yeares doth leade,
Nor caring for the world nor worldly wealth,
But his beloued soules beloued health.
When streight Themistos; Sir, without offence,
If tell you may, pray tell the mysterie
Of yonder stone, and if oft recompence
Can quite, I pray my kindnes proue and trie:
Sir, your request (quoth he) doth grieue my sence,
With new memoriall of this historie:
Yet though each word doe bring with him a teare,
You shall my storie and sad fortune heare.
If tell you may, pray tell the mysterie
Of yonder stone, and if oft recompence
Can quite, I pray my kindnes proue and trie:
Sir, your request (quoth he) doth grieue my sence,
With new memoriall of this historie:
Yet though each word doe bring with him a teare,
You shall my storie and sad fortune heare.
VVeeping and speaking thus the mourner sayes:
VVhere now vast rudenes shewes her rugged face,
Here on these plaines shone in the former dayes,
The stateliest walls that ere with glories grace,
Send to the world their fayre prospectiue rayes,
The place to them gaue worth, they to the place,
That twixt both worths farre worthiest they were seene:
O that as once they were they now had beene.
VVhere now vast rudenes shewes her rugged face,
Here on these plaines shone in the former dayes,
The stateliest walls that ere with glories grace,
Send to the world their fayre prospectiue rayes,
The place to them gaue worth, they to the place,
That twixt both worths farre worthiest they were seene:
O that as once they were they now had beene.
Here dwelt (vnworthie farre here for to dwell)
My brother (why should I him brother call?)
Asotus height, that nere-recured, fell
Into the snares of vice (O haples fall!)
Nothing but luxurie did please him well,
Drinking and feasting and consuming all:
His belly was the ship whereto he set
All marchandize that he could euer get.
My brother (why should I him brother call?)
Asotus height, that nere-recured, fell
Into the snares of vice (O haples fall!)
Nothing but luxurie did please him well,
Drinking and feasting and consuming all:
His belly was the ship whereto he set
All marchandize that he could euer get.
Like to the yawning mouth of vgly Dis,
That euer gapes still hungry for his pray,
Where sinking downe into the black Abysse,
The pained soules their sinnes deare tribute pay:
Such was the neuer-satiat gulfe of his,
Wherein still soules of beasts he fresh did lay:
VVhen to extinguish his thirsts raging fire,
VVhole haruests he of prest-grapes doth require.
That euer gapes still hungry for his pray,
Where sinking downe into the black Abysse,
The pained soules their sinnes deare tribute pay:
Such was the neuer-satiat gulfe of his,
Wherein still soules of beasts he fresh did lay:
VVhen to extinguish his thirsts raging fire,
VVhole haruests he of prest-grapes doth require.
Once when the Sunne began for to release
His teames, all weary with their daily paine,
Came by a godly father, whom he prayes
His castles lodging for a night to daigne,
Though loth he were so much to yeeld to ease,
Yet by requests here now he will remaine:
In is he gone to take his nightly rest,
Meaning to lodge within this Pythoes nest.
His teames, all weary with their daily paine,
Came by a godly father, whom he prayes
His castles lodging for a night to daigne,
Though loth he were so much to yeeld to ease,
Yet by requests here now he will remaine:
In is he gone to take his nightly rest,
Meaning to lodge within this Pythoes nest.
Hunger the vulture that on euery maw
Bites with her meager teeth her wombe to fill,
Bids them to yeeld to common natures law,
And satisfie her not resisted will:
The father who before then neuer saw
The dish where rawish blood downe did distill,
But Pythagorean like with gardens fed,
VVonders to see so many creatures dead.
Bites with her meager teeth her wombe to fill,
Bids them to yeeld to common natures law,
And satisfie her not resisted will:
The father who before then neuer saw
The dish where rawish blood downe did distill,
But Pythagorean like with gardens fed,
VVonders to see so many creatures dead.
Fie shame (quoth he) to kill the harmeles beast,
That with his fleece maintaines our vestiment,
And with this bloodie meate to make a feast,
VVhich nature made for a more good intent:
VVhat hath the oxe deseru'd, that still opprest
VVith heauie yoke in paine his yeares hath spent?
Or what the sheepe, the sheepe that innocent,
VVhich neuer cryes for slaughter vp ypent?
That with his fleece maintaines our vestiment,
And with this bloodie meate to make a feast,
VVhich nature made for a more good intent:
VVhat hath the oxe deseru'd, that still opprest
VVith heauie yoke in paine his yeares hath spent?
Or what the sheepe, the sheepe that innocent,
VVhich neuer cryes for slaughter vp ypent?
Sauing your tale (quoth he) and taking wine,
Asotus in a full carouse doth swill:
But he whose grieued heart doth much repine,
To see him with those bloodie meates to fill
His rau'ning panch, goes forward to diuine;
Telling that for his soule this feast was ill,
Who in deepe hell for penance long shall fast,
Guiltie to thinke vpon his pleasure past.
Asotus in a full carouse doth swill:
But he whose grieued heart doth much repine,
To see him with those bloodie meates to fill
His rau'ning panch, goes forward to diuine;
Telling that for his soule this feast was ill,
Who in deepe hell for penance long shall fast,
Guiltie to thinke vpon his pleasure past.
Thus long he spoke when downe Asotus lyes,
Whom deep-fetcht draughts had ouer-nie opprest,
When streight the Sire from out the castles flyes:
Whence fled, he falls vpon his humbled breast,
And zealous to the king of heauen cryes,
Turning his face vnto the darkned East,
Praying to shew some iudgement on his sin,
Before more soules this wicked vice might win.
Whom deep-fetcht draughts had ouer-nie opprest,
When streight the Sire from out the castles flyes:
Whence fled, he falls vpon his humbled breast,
And zealous to the king of heauen cryes,
Turning his face vnto the darkned East,
Praying to shew some iudgement on his sin,
Before more soules this wicked vice might win.
No sooner hath he prayd, but vanisht quite
The old foundations of the ruinde walls,
Like to a bird that flieth from the sight,
And in some farre remoued valley falls,
Nothing appeares, but this vngodly wight,
Who while for helpe all cursing deeply calls,
Into this stone was chang'd, whence still arise
New issuing streames of superfluities.
The old foundations of the ruinde walls,
Like to a bird that flieth from the sight,
And in some farre remoued valley falls,
Nothing appeares, but this vngodly wight,
Who while for helpe all cursing deeply calls,
Into this stone was chang'd, whence still arise
New issuing streames of superfluities.
And here stay I, that to the rising Sunne,
For that his soule full many prayers say;
Beginning still, nor euer will haue done,
Vntill to rest his soule transport I may:
This said; downe riuolets of teares doe run,
And streight all vehement begins to pray:
A ruthfull sight it was, for deepest smart
Was sure ingrauen in his grieued hart.
For that his soule full many prayers say;
Beginning still, nor euer will haue done,
Vntill to rest his soule transport I may:
This said; downe riuolets of teares doe run,
And streight all vehement begins to pray:
A ruthfull sight it was, for deepest smart
Was sure ingrauen in his grieued hart.
But now is Cipribel quite shapte a new,
Sorrow within her heart doth tirannize,
Her former pleasure she doth deepely rew;
And be their Gods which see our vanities,
Quoth she; rewarding men their sins great due,
Or is there any heauenly paradise,
Where euerlasting haruest shall repay
The fruites of good which here on earth we lay?
Sorrow within her heart doth tirannize,
Her former pleasure she doth deepely rew;
And be their Gods which see our vanities,
Quoth she; rewarding men their sins great due,
Or is there any heauenly paradise,
Where euerlasting haruest shall repay
The fruites of good which here on earth we lay?
This said, she doth the aged Sire request
To tell the blessed newes she nere did heare:
Who all the rites that holy men profest,
And who vnhappie, and who blessed were,
Which was the way to euiternall rest,
Where was the place of horror and of feare:
To her in largest tolde where we will leaue
This new made Saint her lessons to receiue.
To tell the blessed newes she nere did heare:
Who all the rites that holy men profest,
And who vnhappie, and who blessed were,
Which was the way to euiternall rest,
Where was the place of horror and of feare:
To her in largest tolde where we will leaue
This new made Saint her lessons to receiue.
Now good Pyrino must I tell thy wo,
The mighty wrack, thy weary barke sustaines,
Whom Erofel thus tumbleth to and fro,
With boistrous winds of her infected braines;
Needes must thou to thy haples fortune goe,
When desperate rider holds thy guiding raines:
Losse of a loue, in loue is greatest death,
But mocking of his losse twise burdeneth.
The mighty wrack, thy weary barke sustaines,
Whom Erofel thus tumbleth to and fro,
With boistrous winds of her infected braines;
Needes must thou to thy haples fortune goe,
When desperate rider holds thy guiding raines:
Losse of a loue, in loue is greatest death,
But mocking of his losse twise burdeneth.
After he had sung forth the historie,
VVherein his Tragedies he did reueale:
Erofel seemes some comfort to applie,
And where she poyson laies, she seemes to heale,
Like the Hiena, that will sorriest crie,
VVhen she in cruelst manner meanes to deale:
The Adder in his seeming kisse doth sting,
And mischiefe lies within most flattering.
VVherein his Tragedies he did reueale:
Erofel seemes some comfort to applie,
And where she poyson laies, she seemes to heale,
Like the Hiena, that will sorriest crie,
VVhen she in cruelst manner meanes to deale:
The Adder in his seeming kisse doth sting,
And mischiefe lies within most flattering.
Now she perswades to lift his wearied seete,
And to his Lady turne his dolefull course;
Perchance (quoth she) some streames of hope doe fleete,
VVhich may quench out the flame, ere growing worse;
VVho neuer ventures, prize shall neuer meete,
And he his owne vnwillingnes will curse:
That while occasion turnes her hairy face,
Staies not her neuer-back returning pace.
And to his Lady turne his dolefull course;
Perchance (quoth she) some streames of hope doe fleete,
VVhich may quench out the flame, ere growing worse;
VVho neuer ventures, prize shall neuer meete,
And he his owne vnwillingnes will curse:
That while occasion turnes her hairy face,
Staies not her neuer-back returning pace.
Now when the darkened euening cals to rest,
VVhen Stars all ready in their watch doe stand,
VVhen he doth of his loue remember least;
Then comes she in, and questions doth demaund,
To ouercharge the wight so deepe opprest,
To make him dreame of things like furies brand,
In the infernall nookes of gaping hell,
Torturing the soules which downe condemned fell.
VVhen Stars all ready in their watch doe stand,
VVhen he doth of his loue remember least;
Then comes she in, and questions doth demaund,
To ouercharge the wight so deepe opprest,
To make him dreame of things like furies brand,
In the infernall nookes of gaping hell,
Torturing the soules which downe condemned fell.
So lankish famine gnawing on her breast,
Tires Erisicton with a restles drought,
And makes him euer hungring for a feast;
VVhen yet that swallowed feast but grieues his thought,
That his luxurious end so soone hath ceast,
Eu'n such loue famine hath this Tiger brought:
To this ore burning youth, within whose soule
A thousand Sisiphus their restles burdens roule.
Tires Erisicton with a restles drought,
And makes him euer hungring for a feast;
VVhen yet that swallowed feast but grieues his thought,
That his luxurious end so soone hath ceast,
Eu'n such loue famine hath this Tiger brought:
To this ore burning youth, within whose soule
A thousand Sisiphus their restles burdens roule.
Sometimes in womans cloathes she would appeare,
In mightie shadowes to affright him more,
And Bellamies diuinest image beare,
And play an Anticke by his chamber dore:
VVhen straight the louer thinks that she was there,
And in pursuite out from his bed he tore:
She flies, he now remaines of all bereft,
Like one whom Fayries company hath left.
In mightie shadowes to affright him more,
And Bellamies diuinest image beare,
And play an Anticke by his chamber dore:
VVhen straight the louer thinks that she was there,
And in pursuite out from his bed he tore:
She flies, he now remaines of all bereft,
Like one whom Fayries company hath left.
One night she came to play her wonted game,
When he all desp'rate in a mightie rage
Drew forth his blade, and brandishing the same,
Betwixt them made an vncouth mariage,
And made her arme giue to her head the blame,
That fram'd such plaies vpon so strange a stage:
For he deepe stroke vnto the center-bone,
O haples stroke it had no further gone.
When he all desp'rate in a mightie rage
Drew forth his blade, and brandishing the same,
Betwixt them made an vncouth mariage,
And made her arme giue to her head the blame,
That fram'd such plaies vpon so strange a stage:
For he deepe stroke vnto the center-bone,
O haples stroke it had no further gone.
Like Cadmus Dragon in the Theban caue,
VVhen with his speare he pierst his writhed tayle,
Begins within his den to rage and raue,
And swelling deepely meanes then to preuaile,
VVhen with vnited force at him he draue,
Such rancor doth her cancred heart assaile:
As loues great Eagle lesser foule doth rent,
To massaker him so, her heart is bent.
VVhen with his speare he pierst his writhed tayle,
Begins within his den to rage and raue,
And swelling deepely meanes then to preuaile,
VVhen with vnited force at him he draue,
Such rancor doth her cancred heart assaile:
As loues great Eagle lesser foule doth rent,
To massaker him so, her heart is bent.
But now the fates thy whiter threede haue spun,
Foule Erofel, now hath thy shady loome,
All died in pitch her griesly birth begun,
Masking misfortunes shade and haples bloome:
Now hath thy night vailde thy most orient sunne,
Blacke chance to worser fortune doth thee doome:
Cast downe Loues Scepter, tirannize no more,
The wings are scorcht which once thy flight vpbore.
Foule Erofel, now hath thy shady loome,
All died in pitch her griesly birth begun,
Masking misfortunes shade and haples bloome:
Now hath thy night vailde thy most orient sunne,
Blacke chance to worser fortune doth thee doome:
Cast downe Loues Scepter, tirannize no more,
The wings are scorcht which once thy flight vpbore.
When cheating Phœbus had his fiery steeds
Breath forth bright lightning in the rising morne:
Pirino on whose heart grim sorrow feeds,
Lest his sad couch in which no rest is borne,
Now easier fate his happier chaunce areedes,
Loue doth not pricke him as it wont beforne:
Whose presage drieth vp the ice of smart,
And makes a verdant spring within his hart.
Breath forth bright lightning in the rising morne:
Pirino on whose heart grim sorrow feeds,
Lest his sad couch in which no rest is borne,
Now easier fate his happier chaunce areedes,
Loue doth not pricke him as it wont beforne:
Whose presage drieth vp the ice of smart,
And makes a verdant spring within his hart.
Vpon his foaming Palfrey doth he mount,
When straight his furie hath his heart in chase:
But let the cottages make great account,
When Boreas turnes his cloud-in-wrapped face,
This Castell now all stormes wrath doth surmount,
It scornes to stooping now his height debase:
Goe Erofel those iawes in sunder teare,
Whose poyson to no worth their edge doth reare.
When straight his furie hath his heart in chase:
But let the cottages make great account,
When Boreas turnes his cloud-in-wrapped face,
This Castell now all stormes wrath doth surmount,
It scornes to stooping now his height debase:
Goe Erofel those iawes in sunder teare,
Whose poyson to no worth their edge doth reare.
Foreward they trauell in appoynted way,
Driuing the tediousnes of shortned miles,
She still is egged to the Knights decay;
And with new stinging tales his eares defiles,
While nothing can her words his minde afray:
But now a sudden noyse doth end her wiles,
Like to the humming of great swarmes of Bees,
VVhich in this sorte vnto their hearing flees.
Driuing the tediousnes of shortned miles,
She still is egged to the Knights decay;
And with new stinging tales his eares defiles,
While nothing can her words his minde afray:
But now a sudden noyse doth end her wiles,
Like to the humming of great swarmes of Bees,
VVhich in this sorte vnto their hearing flees.
Goe Aspicke goe, which with thy venomd sting
Defil'st the puritie which nature gaue,
VVithin thy head a thousand fiends doe ring,
And whispering counsell doe thy thoughts depraue,
Let mischiefe thee vnto thy buriall bring,
Or robbers lay thee in some vncouth caue:
VVhere thou entombed in eternall night,
Maist not defile the toxicated light.
Defil'st the puritie which nature gaue,
VVithin thy head a thousand fiends doe ring,
And whispering counsell doe thy thoughts depraue,
Let mischiefe thee vnto thy buriall bring,
Or robbers lay thee in some vncouth caue:
VVhere thou entombed in eternall night,
Maist not defile the toxicated light.
VVhile thou my soule whom spots of sinne doe staine,
Vanish from this thy worldly pilgrimage,
And to the highest powers of heauen complaine,
Thou didst vnwilling spoyle thy heritage,
VVhile as the sunne who knowes my inward paine,
Viewing the wofull ofspring of my rage:
Shall witnes to blacke Radamant that I,
A penitentiall sinner fainting dye.
Vanish from this thy worldly pilgrimage,
And to the highest powers of heauen complaine,
Thou didst vnwilling spoyle thy heritage,
VVhile as the sunne who knowes my inward paine,
Viewing the wofull ofspring of my rage:
Shall witnes to blacke Radamant that I,
A penitentiall sinner fainting dye.
VVhile thou fell hagge, whose foule corrupted minde
Doth glut his thought with sight of others griefe,
Maist wander haples neuer helpe maist finde,
But driuen from thy hauen of reliefe,
Tosse vp and downe with some vncertaine winde,
Not euer trusted neuer get beliefe:
And I appoynted to a fatall end,
VVill dye that life, whose death is liues deare friend.
Doth glut his thought with sight of others griefe,
Maist wander haples neuer helpe maist finde,
But driuen from thy hauen of reliefe,
Tosse vp and downe with some vncertaine winde,
Not euer trusted neuer get beliefe:
And I appoynted to a fatall end,
VVill dye that life, whose death is liues deare friend.
Following the sound vnto a bush they came,
VVhom when he saw: and doest thou liue (quoth he)
And tooke his sworde and would haue pearst the dame:
But straight Pirino; pray Sir patient be,
VVhat euer your offended thoughts can blame,
I deepely vow shall be redrest by me:
Onely bewray the reason of your wrath,
And who the author is of all your scath.
VVhom when he saw: and doest thou liue (quoth he)
And tooke his sworde and would haue pearst the dame:
But straight Pirino; pray Sir patient be,
VVhat euer your offended thoughts can blame,
I deepely vow shall be redrest by me:
Onely bewray the reason of your wrath,
And who the author is of all your scath.
O Sir (quoth he) this is a woman borne,
Though falsely hid in seeming mans disguise,
VVhose beautie as his badge my heart hath worne:
VVoe to the time I heard her flatteries,
For since that time my soule was still forlorne,
Of th' Angell hew of my faire infancies:
I toucht the pitch which in her corps doe lye,
By which the vestalls of my heart doe dye.
Though falsely hid in seeming mans disguise,
VVhose beautie as his badge my heart hath worne:
VVoe to the time I heard her flatteries,
For since that time my soule was still forlorne,
Of th' Angell hew of my faire infancies:
I toucht the pitch which in her corps doe lye,
By which the vestalls of my heart doe dye.
For this was she whose once beloued face
VVrought deepe affections in my yeelding minde;
And ouer rulde me with her pleasing grace,
VVhile in this loue, her tractable I finde,
And all my words doth seeme glad to imbrace,
VVhich doth in double bands my dutie binde:
Her did I worship, Idoll of my hart,
And my most dearest soules more dearer part.
VVrought deepe affections in my yeelding minde;
And ouer rulde me with her pleasing grace,
VVhile in this loue, her tractable I finde,
And all my words doth seeme glad to imbrace,
VVhich doth in double bands my dutie binde:
Her did I worship, Idoll of my hart,
And my most dearest soules more dearer part.
Now are we ioyned each in giuing troth,
And haue appoynted certaine time to bride,
One was the minde, one was the thought of both,
VVhen I was sad, then she her light would hide,
And seeme as if to ioy her soule was loth,
Both in vniting of their loues abide:
But this so high a sea of rising loue,
Soone to a lowest ebbe then ere did proue.
And haue appoynted certaine time to bride,
One was the minde, one was the thought of both,
VVhen I was sad, then she her light would hide,
And seeme as if to ioy her soule was loth,
Both in vniting of their loues abide:
But this so high a sea of rising loue,
Soone to a lowest ebbe then ere did proue.
She seemde like Phæeton in her desire,
And needs would driue the chariot of Sunne,
Carying her Sunnes to ouercharging fire,
VVhen thus to me her dolefull speech began:
O loue whose heart the seate where I aspire,
Hath with so deepe a loue my louing wonne:
O be not hard which Nature soft hath made,
Nor let the spring of kindnes scarce borne fade,
And needs would driue the chariot of Sunne,
Carying her Sunnes to ouercharging fire,
VVhen thus to me her dolefull speech began:
O loue whose heart the seate where I aspire,
Hath with so deepe a loue my louing wonne:
O be not hard which Nature soft hath made,
Nor let the spring of kindnes scarce borne fade,
Here is my heart whom thy Sunnes loue doth melt,
But it like waxe more melting more doth hang,
VVhich loues comburing zonefull deepe hath felt,
This heart which in my breasts faire temple rang,
Vnto thy seruice still; and still hath dealt
Faithfull in loue, though thorough many a pang:
Ease it and me from such a sweltring zone,
VVhere thirstie still; still water we haue none.
But it like waxe more melting more doth hang,
VVhich loues comburing zonefull deepe hath felt,
This heart which in my breasts faire temple rang,
Vnto thy seruice still; and still hath dealt
Faithfull in loue, though thorough many a pang:
Ease it and me from such a sweltring zone,
VVhere thirstie still; still water we haue none.
This heart all bloodles let it be thy white,
And shoote therewith thy arrowes piercing steele;
Or if in his confusion thou delite,
Then torture is vpon a racking wheele,
Or let thy swordes sharpe edge thine ire acquite,
And let it any torment plagued feele:
Onely first pierce it with a dart of loue,
Then all the instruments of anger proue.
And shoote therewith thy arrowes piercing steele;
Or if in his confusion thou delite,
Then torture is vpon a racking wheele,
Or let thy swordes sharpe edge thine ire acquite,
And let it any torment plagued feele:
Onely first pierce it with a dart of loue,
Then all the instruments of anger proue.
Sweete loue, one onely Nectar-drop I craue,
Doe not denie me one: one is not much,
Though to thy loue thus I am bound a slaue,
Yet litle meat to feede me doe not grutch,
And with one morsell me from dying saue,
O cruelst death of all, whose death is such:
O didst thou see my heart, how it doth beate
And pant for hunger, sure it should haue meate.
Doe not denie me one: one is not much,
Though to thy loue thus I am bound a slaue,
Yet litle meat to feede me doe not grutch,
And with one morsell me from dying saue,
O cruelst death of all, whose death is such:
O didst thou see my heart, how it doth beate
And pant for hunger, sure it should haue meate.
Perchaunce the peoples voyce thou much doest feare,
That's like a winde which neuer man can see,
VVhose idle rumor many things doth beare
VVhich are vntrue, she euery where doth flee,
The best doe often her worst colours weare,
And on her sable pinsons lifted be:
Beside our mariage, to be made ere long,
VVill strengthen al the breach, & make it twice as strong.
That's like a winde which neuer man can see,
VVhose idle rumor many things doth beare
VVhich are vntrue, she euery where doth flee,
The best doe often her worst colours weare,
And on her sable pinsons lifted be:
Beside our mariage, to be made ere long,
VVill strengthen al the breach, & make it twice as strong.
Now in my heart Reason and Loue did fight,
Reason with ensigne red, Loues ensigne pale,
My face the field where they doe wreake their spight,
Sometimes Loues ensigne vanquished, downe would fall
Then Reasons colour plaied most in sight,
And in a blushing red enuellop'd all:
Straight Loue recouering his former spright,
Kept Reason downe, and claimde the place for right.
Reason with ensigne red, Loues ensigne pale,
My face the field where they doe wreake their spight,
Sometimes Loues ensigne vanquished, downe would fall
Then Reasons colour plaied most in sight,
And in a blushing red enuellop'd all:
Straight Loue recouering his former spright,
Kept Reason downe, and claimde the place for right.
Then said I to my soule, how dost thou kill
The onely childe I haue sweete Chastitie,
The Iudge for murther damne to torments will,
Thy wicked thoughts? O whither dost thou flye?
O doe not leaue thy goodly fort, vntill
VVith these thy holy goods thou needs must dye:
But then my soule that scornde a woman stay,
Opend the Castell doore and made her way.
The onely childe I haue sweete Chastitie,
The Iudge for murther damne to torments will,
Thy wicked thoughts? O whither dost thou flye?
O doe not leaue thy goodly fort, vntill
VVith these thy holy goods thou needs must dye:
But then my soule that scornde a woman stay,
Opend the Castell doore and made her way.
Now am I robbing from my spoyled Saint,
Those milke white robes wherewith she was araide,
And with this sacriledge my soule doe taint,
My goddesse in her shrine no longer staide:
VVhen as she saw her seruants faith to faint,
And on her turtle wings her selfe she laide:
VVhen to my thoughts she gaue her latest will,
That still hereafter shame her seate should fill.
Those milke white robes wherewith she was araide,
And with this sacriledge my soule doe taint,
My goddesse in her shrine no longer staide:
VVhen as she saw her seruants faith to faint,
And on her turtle wings her selfe she laide:
VVhen to my thoughts she gaue her latest will,
That still hereafter shame her seate should fill.
Now is my garden naked of his flower,
Whom I before with care did till and dresse,
And gaue it to her for my chiefest dower,
The vtmost toll of all that I possesse:
But then her wanton lookes began to lower,
And filthie figure of ingratefulnesse:
Leauing my bower vnto the world she fled,
Since when with horror all my daies I led.
Whom I before with care did till and dresse,
And gaue it to her for my chiefest dower,
The vtmost toll of all that I possesse:
But then her wanton lookes began to lower,
And filthie figure of ingratefulnesse:
Leauing my bower vnto the world she fled,
Since when with horror all my daies I led.
And here a Pilgrime haue I spent my life,
My life growne olde with care and guiltie shame;
VVhere now blacke melancholy is my wife,
Harb'ring my thoughts when they for succor came,
Scorning the world, whose sorrowes are so rife,
VVhere one howres ioy doth bring one ages blame:
VVhile musing thoughts which on my wife I bred,
Doe finde me meate on which I still haue fed.
My life growne olde with care and guiltie shame;
VVhere now blacke melancholy is my wife,
Harb'ring my thoughts when they for succor came,
Scorning the world, whose sorrowes are so rife,
VVhere one howres ioy doth bring one ages blame:
VVhile musing thoughts which on my wife I bred,
Doe finde me meate on which I still haue fed.
Thus hath he sayd, while guiltie Erofell
Did oftentimes assay from thence to flie:
But good Pirino that her guiles did smell,
Made her the listning of the tale aby:
Which when he ended, both vpon her fell,
And stript the cloathes of her hypocrisie:
VVhen by the fresh apparance of the wound,
Pirino all her craft and guile had found.
Did oftentimes assay from thence to flie:
But good Pirino that her guiles did smell,
Made her the listning of the tale aby:
Which when he ended, both vpon her fell,
And stript the cloathes of her hypocrisie:
VVhen by the fresh apparance of the wound,
Pirino all her craft and guile had found.
Then bound they fast her naked armes behinde,
And to the horse her feete they strongly tide,
And let her goe where she shall neuer finde
Rest nor reliefe, but still in horror ride:
Like to the Affrick Mares that on the winde
Engender, and their kinde haue multiplide:
So doth this furie on the emptie ayre
Breed guiltie shame, and stinging deepe despayre.
And to the horse her feete they strongly tide,
And let her goe where she shall neuer finde
Rest nor reliefe, but still in horror ride:
Like to the Affrick Mares that on the winde
Engender, and their kinde haue multiplide:
So doth this furie on the emptie ayre
Breed guiltie shame, and stinging deepe despayre.
She scoures like Auster on the sandie plaines,
And when a farre she vieweth any man,
She turnes her course and flieth thence amaine,
VVhile as the Sunne with his still scorching bran,
Dies her quaint face in a farre blacker graine,
And her deformed haire downe still doth fan,
VVhile on her heart sharpe hunger still doth feede,
Quenching her thirst with teares that euer bleede.
And when a farre she vieweth any man,
She turnes her course and flieth thence amaine,
VVhile as the Sunne with his still scorching bran,
Dies her quaint face in a farre blacker graine,
And her deformed haire downe still doth fan,
VVhile on her heart sharpe hunger still doth feede,
Quenching her thirst with teares that euer bleede.
Now doe Pirino and this Knight consent,
To wander through the Ile as errant Knights,
And sweare to keepe their martiall thoughts vnbent
From Ladies seruice, or those loues delights,
Though I still bad them from their vow relent,
Telling the worth of all those femall wights,
VVhen they fro me all raging spurd amaine,
Swearing that womans loue I nere should gaine.
To wander through the Ile as errant Knights,
And sweare to keepe their martiall thoughts vnbent
From Ladies seruice, or those loues delights,
Though I still bad them from their vow relent,
Telling the worth of all those femall wights,
VVhen they fro me all raging spurd amaine,
Swearing that womans loue I nere should gaine.
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