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Her children dear, whom he away had won:
The lion whelps she saw how he did bear,
And lull in rugged arms, withouten childish fear.

The fearful dame all quaked at the sight,
And turning back, gan fast to fly away,
Untill with love revok'd from vain affright
She hardly yet persuaded was to stay,
And then to him these womanish words gan say;
“Ah, Satyrane, my darling and my joy,
For love of me leave off this dreadful play;
To dally thus with death is no fit toy, [boy.”
Go find some other playfellows, mine own sweet

In these and like delights of bloody game.
He trained was, till riper years he raught :
And there abode whilst any beast of name
Walk'd in that forest whom he had not taught
To fear his force: and then his courage haught
Desir'd of foreign foemen to be known,
And far abroad for strange adventures sought;
In which his might was never overthrown, [blown.
But through all fairy land his famous worth was

Yet evermore it was his manner fair,
After long labours and adventures spent,
Unto those native woods for to repair,
To see his sire and offspring ancient.
And now he thither came for like intent;
where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Strange lady, in so strange habiliment,
Teaching the satyrs, which her sat around, [dound.
True sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did re-

He wonder'd at her wisdom heavenly rare,
Whose like in wounen's wit he never knew ;
And when her courteous deeds he did compare,
Gan her admire, and her sad sorrows rue,
Blaming of fortune, which such troubles threw,
And joy'd to make proof of her cruelty
or gentle dame, so hurtless and so true:
Thenceforth he kept her goodly company,
And earn'd her discipline of faith and verity.


At last she chanced by good hap to meet
A goody knight, fair marching by the way,
Together with his squire, arrayed meet:
His glittering armour shined far away,
Lie glancing light of Phoebus' brightest ray;
From top to toe no place appeared bare,
That deadly dint of steel endanger may :
Athwart his breast a bauldric brave he ware,
That shin'd like twinkling stars, with stones most
[precious rare.
And in the midst thereof one precious stone
Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous mights,
stap'd like a lady's head, exceeding shone,
Like Hesperus amongst the lesser lights,
And strove for to amaze the weaker sights;
Thereby his mortal blade full conely hung

In ivory sheath, yearv'd with curious slights; Whose hilts were burnish’d gold, and handle strong Of mother pearl, and buckled with a golden tongue.

His haughty helmet, horrid all with gold,
Both glorious brightness and great terror bred;
For all the crest a dragon did enfold
With greedy paws, and over all did spread
His golden wings; his dreadful hideous head
Close couched on the beaver, seem'd to throw
From flaming mouth bright sparkles fiery red,
That sudden horror to faint hearts did show ;
And scaly tail was stretch'd adown his back full low.

Upon the top of all his lofty crest
A bunch of hairs discolour'd diversely,
With sprinkled pearl, and gold full richly dress'd,
Did shake, and seem'd to dance for jollity,
Like to an almond tree ymounted high
On top of green Selinis all alone,
With blossoms brave bedecked daintily;
Whose tender locks do tremble every one
At every little breath that under heaven is blown.


Her face so fair as flesh it seemed not,
But heavenly portrait of bright angels' hue,
Clear as the sky, withouten blame or blot,
Through goodly mixture of complexions due :
And in her cheeks the vermeil red did shew
Like roses in a bed of lilies shed,
The which ambrosial odours from them threw,
And gazers' sense with double pleasure fed,
Able to heal the sick, and to revive the dead.

In her fair eyes two living lamps did flame,
Kindled above at th' heavenly maker's light,
And darted fiery beams out of the same,
So passing piercing, and so wondrous bright,
That quite bereav'd the rash beholders' sight;
In them the blinded god his lustful fire
To kindle oft essay’d, but had no might;
For with dread Majesty, and awful ire, [sire.
She broke his wanton darts, and quenched base de-

Her ivory forehead, full of bounty brave,
Like a broad table did itself dispread,
For love his lofty triumphs to engrave,
And write the battles of his great godhead;
All good and honour might therein be read:
For there their dwelling was. And when she spake,
Sweet words, like dropping honey, she did shed,
And twixt the pearls and rubies softly brake
A silver sound, that heavenly music seem'd to make.

Upon her eyelids many graces sate,
Under the shadow of her even brows,
Working belgards, and amorous retreat,
And every one her with a grace endows:
And every one with meekness to her bows.
So glorious mirror of celestial grace,

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Nor cared she her course for to apply:
For it was taught the way, which she would have,
And both from rocks and flats itself could wisely
And all the way, the wanton damsel found
New mirth, her passenger to entertain:
For, she in pleasant purpose did abound,
And greatly joyed merry tales to feign,
Of which a storehouse did with her remain :
Yet seemed, nothing well they her became ;
For, all her words she drown'd with laughter vain,
And wanted grace in utt'ring of the same,
That turned all her pleasance to a scoffing game.

And other whiles vain lays she would devise,
As her fantastic wit did most delight.
Sometimes her head she fondly would aguise
With gaudy garlands, or fresh flowrets dight
About her neck, or rings of rushes plight;
Sometimes to do him laugh, she would essay
To laugh at shaking of the leaves light,
Or to behold the water work, and play
About her little frigate therein making way.

Her light behaviour, and loose dalliance,
Gave wondrous great contentment to the knight,
That of his way he had no souvenance,
Nor care of vow’d revenge, and cruel fight,
But to weak wench did yield his martial might.
So easy was to quench his flamed mind
With one sweet drop of sensual delight:
So easy is to appease the stormy wind
Of malice in the calm of pleasant womankind.

Divers discourses in their way they spent,
Mongst which Cymochles of her questioned,
Both what she was, and what that usage meant,
which in her cot she daily practised.
Vain man, said she, that would'st be reckoned
A stranger in thy home, and ignorant
Of Phedria (for so my name is read)
Of Phedria, thine own fellow servant;
For thou to serve Acrasia thyself dost vaunt.

In this wide inland sea, that hight by name
The idle Lake, my wandring ship I rove,
That knows her port, and thither sails by nim,
Nor care, nor fear I, how the wind do blow,
Or whether swift twend, or whether slow :
Both slow and swift alike do serve my turn,
Nor swelling Neptune, nor loud thund'ring Jove,
Can change my cheer, or make me ever mourn;
My little boat can safely pass this perilous bourne.

While thus she talked, and while thus she toy'd,
They were far past the passage which he spake,
And came unto an island waste and void,
That floated in the midst of that great lake:
There her smart gondola her port did make,
And that gay pair issuing on the shore
D-burdened her. Their way they forward take,
into the land that lay them fair before, [store.
Who-e pleasance she him shew'd, and plentiful great

It was a chosen plot of fertile land,
Amongst wide waves set like a little nest;
As if it had by Nature's cunning hand,
Been choicely picked out from all the rest,
And laid forth for ensample of the best:
No dainty flower or herb that grows on ground,
No arboret with painted blossoms drest,
And smelling sweet, but there it might be found
To bud out fair, and her sweet smells throw all
No tree, whose branches did not bravely spring;
No branch, whereon a fine bird did not sit;
No bird, but did her shrill notes sweetly sing;
No song, but did contain a lovely dit:
Trees, branches, birds, and songs, were framed fit
For to allure frail mind to careless ease;
Careless the man soon wax, and his weak wit
Was overcome of thing that did him please;
So pleased, did his wrathful purpose fair appease.

Thus when she had his eyes and senses fed
With false delights, and fill'd with pleasures vain,
Into a shady dale she soft him led,
And laid him down upon a grassy plain ;
And her sweet self, without dread or disdain,
She set beside, laying his head disarm'd
In her loose lap, it softly to sustain,
Where soon he slumber'd, fearing not be harm’d,
The while with a loud lay she thus him sweetly
“Behold ! O man, that toilsome pains dost take,
The flowers, the fields, and all that pleasant grows,
How they themselves do thine ensample make,
While nothing envious Nature them forth throws
Out of her fruitful lap; how, no man knows,
They spring, they bud, they blossom fresh and fair,
And deck the world with their rich pompous shows;
Yet no man for them taketh pains or care,
Yet no man to them can his careful pains compare.

“The lily, lady of the flowering field,
The flower de luce her lovely paramour,
Bid thee to them thy fruitless labours yield,
And soon leave off this toilsome weary stour;
Lo, lo, how brave she decks her bounteous bower,
With silken curtains and gold coverlets,
Therein to shroud her sumptuous belamour,
Yet neither spins nor cards, nor cares nor frets,
But to her mother Nature all her care she lets.

“why then dost thou, O man, that of them all Art lord, and eke of nature sovereign, wilfully make thyself a wretched thrall, And waste thy joyous hours in needless pain, Seeking for danger and adventures vain What boots it all to have, and nothing use who shall him rue, that swimming in the main, Will die for thirst, and water doth refuse : Refuse such fruitless toil, and present pleasures [chuse.” By this, she had him lulled fast asleep, That of no worldly thing he care did take : Then she with liquors strong his eyes did steep,

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