enes. Disburdened her. Their way they forward take, Nor cared she her course for to apply: It was a chosen plot of fertile land, (save: 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 (around. For, all her words she drown’d with laughter vain, No tree, whose branches did not bravely spring; And wanted grace in utt'ring of the same, No branch, whereon a fine bird did not sit ; 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, And laid him down upon a grassy plain ; And her sweet self, without dread or disdain, She set beside, laying his head disarın'd In her loose lap, it softly to sustain, But to weak wench did yield his martial might. The while with a loud lay she thus him sweetly id, So easy was to quench his flamed mind (charm’d. With one sweet drop of sensual delight: “ Behold! O man, that toilsome pains dost take, easy is t' appease the stormy wind The flowers, the fields, and all that pleasant grows, Of malice in the calm of pleasant womankind. How they themselves do thine ensample make, Divers discourses in their way they spent; 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 taheth 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, 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, Into the land that lay them fair before, i [store. That of no worldly thing he care did take; Whose pleasanceshe him shew'd, and plentiful great Then she with liquors strong his eyes did steep, So ent care, nor ighway like food much to 66 That nothing should him hastily awake : Riches, renown, and principality, So she him left, and did herself betake Honour, estate, and all this worldes good, For which men swink and sweat incessantly, From me do flow into an ample flood, Wherefore if me thou deign to serve and sue, At thy command lo all these mountains be; Or if to thy great mind, or greedy view, All these may not suffice, there shall to thee Cover'd with boughs and shrubs from heaven's light, Ten times so much be numbered frank and free." Whereas he sitting found, in secret shade, ** Mammon" (said he) “thy godhead's vaunt is vain, An uncouth, savage, and uncivil wight, And idle offers of thy golden fee; (appear'd. Unto thy bounteous baits, and pleasing charms, His iron coat all overgrown with rust, With which weak men thou witchest, to attend: Was underneath enveloped with gold, Regard of worldly muck doth foully blend Whose glittering gloss darkned with filthy dust, And low abase the high heroic spright, Well it appeared to have been of old That joys for crowns and kingdoms to contend; A work of rich entail, and curious mould, Fair shields, gay steeds, bright arms, be my delight: Those be the riches fit for an advent'rous knight." Vain-glorious elf” (said he) * dost not thou weet, Shields, steeds, and arms, and all things for thee It can purvey in twinkling of an eye ; Do not I kings create, and throw the crown Sometimes to him, that low in dust doth lie? Some others were new riven, and distent And him that reign’d, into his room thrust down, And whom I list, do heap with glory aud renown." [rare. The antique world, in his first flow'ring youth, The gists of sovereign bounty did embrace: Like angels' life was then men's happy case; But later ages' pride (like corn-fed steed) [said. The measure of her means, and natural first need. That here in desart hast thy habitance, “ Then gan a cursed hand the quiet womb And these rich heaps of wealth dost hide apart From the world's eye, and from her right usance?" Of his great grandmother with steel to wound, And the hid treasures in her sacred tomb, With sacrilege to dig. Therein he found Fountains of gold and silver to abound, Of which the matter of his huge desire And pompous pride eftsoons he did compound; Then avarice gan through his veins inspire “ God of the world and worldlings I me call, His greedy flames, and kindled life-devouring fire.” And leave the rudeness of that antique age 9 Was next adjoining, nor them parted ought; Before the door sat self-consuming Care, " What secret place,” (quoth he) “ can safely hold ead: nd; ight" or the At length they came into a larger space, That house's form within was rude and strong, Like an huge cave hewn out of rocky clift 109. On th' other side, in one consort their sate Both roof, and floor, and walls, were all of gold, ed. And over them sad Horror with grim hue, Did always soar, beating his iron wings ; And after him, owls and night-ravens flew, The hateful messengers of heavy things, Of death and dolour telling sad tidings ; While sad Celeno, sitting on a clift, A song of bale and bitter sorrow sings, That heart of fint asunder could have rift: Which having ended, after him she flyeth swist. All these before the gates of Pluto lay, By whom they passing, spake unto them nought, But th' elfin knight with wonder all the way Did feed his eyes, and fill’d his inner thought. At last, he to a little door him brought, That to the gate of hell, which gaped wide, In all that room was nothing to be seen, re. They forward pass, nor Guyon yet spake word, Till that they came unto an iron door, Which to them opened of its own accord, And shew'd of riches such exceeding store, As eye of man did never see before ; Nor ever could within one place be found, Though all the wealth, which is, or was of yöre, No gate, but like one, being goodly dight The charge thereof unto a covetous spright So fashioned a porch with rare device, “ Certes” (said he) “ I n’ill thine offered grace, And them amongst, some were of burnish'd gold, TITE BOWER OF BLISS. Thus being enter'd, they behold around A large and spacious plain, on every side Strowed with pleasance, whose fair grassy ground Mantled with green, and goodly beautified With all the ornaments of Flora's pride, Wherewith her mother Art, as half in scorn Of niggard Nature, like a pompous bride Did deck her, and too lavishly adorn, (morn. When forth from virgin bower she comes in th'early In her left hand a cup of gold she held, Thereto the heavens always jovial some smell, So she to Guyon offered it to taste ; More sweet and wholesome than the pleasant hill gore; SPENSER Abash'd, that her a stranger did avise: And her two lily paps aloft display'd, To her delights, she unto him betray'd: The rest hid underneath, him more desirous made. With that, the other likewise up arose, And her fair locks, which formerly were bound Up in one knot, she low adown did loose: Which, flowing long and thick, her cloth'd around And th' ivory in golden mantle gown'd: So that fair spectacle from him was reft, So hid in locks and waves from lookers' theft, Nought but her lovely face she for his looking left. Withal she laughed, and she blush'd withal, That blushing to her laughter gave more grace, And laughter to her blushing, as did fall: Now when they spied the knight to slack his pace, Them to behold, and in his sparkling face The secret signs of kindled Just appear, Their wanton merriments they did increase, Aud to him beckoned, to approach more near, (rear. On which when gazing him the Palmer saw, He much rebuked hose wandering eyes of his, And, counsel'd well, him forward thence did draw. And all the margin round about was set, Now are they come nigh to the Bower of Bliss, Of her fond favourites so nam'd amiss: When thus the Palmer; " Now, Sir, well avise ; Here wonnes Acrasia, whom we must surprise, Else she will slip away, and all our drift despise.” Eftsoons they heard a most melodious sound Of all that might delight a dainty ear, Such as at once might not on living ground, Right hard it was for wight which did it hear, To read what manner music that might be: For, all that pleasing is to living ear, Was there consorted in one harmony, Their notes unto the voice attempered sweet; Th' angelical soft trembling voices made To th' instruments divine respondence meet: The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmurs of the water's fall: The water's fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call: The gentle warbling wind low answered to all. There, whence that music seemed heard to be, Was the fair Witch, herself now solacing With a new lover, whom through sorcery And witchcraft, she from far did thither bring; There she had him now laid aslumbering, In secret shade, afier long wanton joys: |