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Which seeing, fayre Belphebe gan to feare
Least that his wound' were inly well not heald,
Or that the wicked steele empoysned were:
Litle shee weend that love he close conceald.

Yet still he wasted, as the snow congeald
Wben the bright Sunne his beams thereon doth

The birth of fayre Belphobe and

Of Amorett is told :
Yet never he his hart to her reveald ;
But rather chose to dye for sorow great

The Gardins of Adonis fraught
Then with dishonorable termes her to entreat.

With pleasures manifold. She, gracious lady, yet no paines did spare Weli may I weene, faire ladies, all this while To doe him ease, or doe him remedy:

Ye wonder how this noble damozell Many restoratives of vertues rare,

So great perfections did in her compile, And cosily cordialles she did apply,

Sith that in salvage forests she did dwell, To mitigate his stubborne malady:

So farre from court and royall citadell, But that sweet cordiall, which can restore

The great schoolmaistresse of all courtesy: A love-sick hart, she did to him envy;

Seeineth that such wilde woodes should far expell To bim, and to all th' unworthy world forlore, All civile usage and gentility, She did envy that soveraine salve in secret store. And gentle sprite deforme with rude rusticity. That daintie rose, the daughter of her morne, But to this faire Belphebe in her berth More deare then life she tendered, whose flowre The Hevens so favorable were and free, The girlond of her honour did adorne:

Looking with myld aspéct upon the Earth Ne suffred she the middayes scorching powre, In th' horoscope of her nativitee, Ne the sharp northerne wind thereon to showre; That all the gifts of grace and chastitee But lapped up her silken leaves most chayre, On her they poured forth of plenteous borne: Whenso the froward skye began to lowre;

love laught on Venus from his søverayne see, But, soone as calmed was the cristall ayre, And Phæbus with faire beames did her adornc, She did it fayre dispred and let to florish fayre. And all the Graces rockt her cradle being borne. Eternall God, in his almightie powre,

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,
To make ensample of his heavenly grace,

And her conception of the ioyous prime;
In Paradize whylomė did plant this flowre; And all her whole creation did her shew
Whence he it fetcht out of her native place, Pure and unspotted froin all loathly crime
And did in stocke of earthly flesh enrace,

That is ingenerate in fleshly slime.
That mortall men her giory should admyre. So was this virgin borne, so was she bred;
In gentle ladies breste and bounteons race So was she trayned up from time to time
Of woman-kind it fayrest Powre doth spyre, In all chaste vertue and true bountihed,
And beareth fruit of honour and all chast desyre. Till to her dew perfection she were ripened.
Fayre ympes of beautie, whose bright shining beames Her mother was the faire Chrysogonee,
Adorne the world with like to heavenly light, The daughter of Amphisa, who by race
And to your willes both royalties and reaines A Faerie was, yborpe of high degree:
Subdew, through conquest of your wondrous might; She bore Belphabe; she bore in like cace
With this fayre flowre your goodly girlonds dight Fayre Amoretta in the second place:
Of chastity and vertue virginall,

These two were twinnes, and twixt them two did sbare
That shall embellish more your beautie bright, The heritage of all celestiall grace;
And crowne your heades with heavenly coronall, That all the rest it seemd they robbed bare
Such as the angels weare before God's tribunall! Of boanty, and of beautie, and all vertues rare,
To youre faire selves a fayre ensample frame It were a goodly storie to declare
Of this faire virgin, this Belphabe fayre;

By what straunge accident faire Chrysogone To whom, in perfect love and spotlesse fame Conceiv'd these infants, and how them she bare Of chastitie, none living may compayre:

In this wilde forrest wandring all alone, Ne poysnous envy iustly can empayre

After she had nine moneths fulfild and gone: The prayse of her fresh-flowring maydenhead; For not as other wemens commune brood Forthy she standeth on the highest stay re

They were enwombed in the sacred throne Of th' honorable stage of womanhead,

Of her chaste bodie; no with commune food, That ladies all may follow her ensample dead. As other wemens babes, they sucked vitall blood : In so great prayge of stedfast chastity

But wondrously they were begot and bred Nathlesse she was so courteous and kynde, Through influence of th' Herens fruitfull ray, Tempred with grace and goodly modesty,

As it in antique bookes is mentioned. That seemed those two vertues strove to fynd It was upon a sommers shinie day, The higher place in her heroick mynd:

When Titan faire his beamës did display, So striving each did other more augment,

In a fresh fountaine, far from all mens ver, And both encreast the prayse of woman-kynde, She bath'd her brest the boyling heat tallay ; And both encreast her beautie excellent:

She bath'd with roses red and violets blew, So all did make in her a perfect complement And all the sweetest flowers that in the forcest grep:

Till faint through yrkesome wearines adowne She then the cities sought from gate to gate,
Upon the grassy ground herselfe sbe layd

And everie one did aske, Did he him sce?
To sleepe, the whiles a gentle slombring swowne And everie one her answerd, that too late
Upon her fell all paked bare displayd:

He had him seene, and felt the crueltee
The sunbeames bright upon her body playd, Of his sharpe dartes and whot artilleree:
Being through former bathing mollifide,

And every one threw forth reproches rife
And pierst into her wombe; where they embayd Of his mischievous deedes, and sayd that hee
Wth so sweet sence and secret powre unspide, Was the disturber of all civill life,
That in ber pregnant flesh they shortly fructifide. The onimy of peace, and authour of all strife.
Miraculous may seeme to him that reades Then in the countrey she abroad him sought,
So straunge epsample of conception;

And in the rurall cottages inquir’d;
But reason teacheth that the fruitfull seades Where also many plaintes to her were brought,
Of all things living, through impression

How he their heedelesse harts with love had fir'd, Of the sunbeames in movst complexion,

And his false venim through their veines inspir'd; Doe life conceive and quickned are by kynd: And eke the gentle shepbeard swayues, which sat So, aiter Nilus inundation,

Keeping their fleecy flockes as they were hyr'd, Infinite shapes of creatures men doe fynd

She sweetly heard complaine both how and what Inforped in the mud on which the Sunne hath shynd. Her sonne had to them doen; yet she did smile

Great father he of generation
Is rightly cald, th' authour of life and light; But, when in none of all these she him got,
And his faire sister for creation

She gan avize where els he mote him hyde :
Ministreth matter fit, which, tempred right At last she her bethought that she had not
With heate and hamour, breedes the living wight. Yet sought the salvage woods and forests wyde,
So sprong these twinnes in womb of Chrysogone; In which full many lovely nymphes abyde;
Yet wist she dought thereof, but sore affright Mongst whom might be that he did clusely lye,
Wondred to see her belly so upblope, (gone. Or that the love of some of them him tyde :
Which still increast till she her terme had full out- Forthy she thether cast her course t' apply,

To search the secret haunts of Dianes company. Whereof conceiving shame and foule disgrace, Albe her guiltlesse conscience her-cleard, Shortly unto the wastefull woods she came, She fled into the wildernesse a space,

Whereas she found the goddesse with her crew, Till that onweeldy burden she had reard,

After late chace of their embrewed game,
And shund dishonor which as death she feard : Sitting beside a fountaine in a rew;
Where, wearie of long traveill, downe to rest Some of them washing with the liquid dew
Herselfe she set, and comfortably cheard;

From off their dainty limbs the dusty sweat
There a sad cloud of sleepe her overkest,

And soyle, which did deforme their lively hew; And seized every sence with sorrow sore opprest. Others lay shaded from the scorching heat;

The rest upon her person gave attendance great. It fortuned, faire Venus having lost Her little sonne, the winged god of love,

She, having hong upon a bough on high Who for some light displeasure, which him crost, Her bow and painted quirer, had uniaste Was from her fled as fit as ayery dove,

Her silver buskins from her nimble thigh, And left her blissfull bowre of ioy above;

And her lanck loynes ungirt, and brests unbraste, (So from her often he had filed away,

After her heat the breathing cold to taste; When she for ought him sharpely did reprove, Her golden lockes, that late in tresses bright And wandred in the world in straunge aray, Embreaded were for hindring of her haste, Disguiz'd in thousand shapes, that none might him Now loose about her shoulders hong undight, bewray ;)

And were with sweet ambrosia all besprinckled light. Him for to seeke, she left her heavenly hous, Soone as she Venus saw behinde her backe, The bouse of goodly formes and faire aspects, She was asham'd to be so loose surpriz'd; Whence all the world derives the glorious

And woxe halfe wroth against her damzels slacke, Features of beautie, and all shapes select,

That had not her thereof before aviz'd, With which high God his workmanship hath deckt; But suffred ber so carelesly disguiz'd And searched everie way through which his wings Be overtaken: soone her garments loose Had borne bim, or his tract she mote detect: Upgath'ring, in her bosome she compriz'd She promist kisses sweet, and sweeter things, Well as she might, and to the goddesse rose ; Unto the man that of him tydings to her brings. Whiles all her nymphes did like a girlond her enclose. First she him sought in court, where most he us’d Goodly she gan faire Cytherea greet, Whylone to haunt, but there she found him not; And shortly asked her what cause her brought But many there she found which sore accus'd Into that wildernesse for her unmeet, [fraught : His falshood, and with fowle infamous blot From her sweete bowres and beds with pleasures His cruell deedes and wicked wyles did spot : That suddein chaung she straung adventure thought. Ladies and lordes she every where mote heare To whom balfe weeping she thus answered ; Complayning, how with his empoysued shot That she her dearest sonne Cupido sought, Their wofall harts he wounded had whyleare, Who in his frowardnes from her was fied; And so bad left them languishingtwixt hope and feare. That she repented sore to have him angered.

Thereat Diana gan to smile, in scorne

Up they them tooke, each one a babe uptooke, Of her vaine playnt, and to her scoffing sayd; And with them carried to be fostered : “ Great pitty sure that ye bc so forlorne

Dame Phæbe to a nymphe her babe betooke Of your gay sonne, that gives you so good ayd To be upbrought in perfect maydenhed, To your disports ; ill mote ye bene apayd !" And, of herselfe, her name Belphæbe red : But she was more engrieved, and replide;

Put Venus hers thence far away convayd, « Faire sister, ill beseemes it to upbrayd

To be upbrought in goodly womanhed; A dolefull heart with so disdainfull pride ; And, in her litle Loves stead which was strayd, The like that mine may be your paine another tide. Her Amoretta cald, to comfort her dismayd. “ As you in woods and wanton wildernesse She brought her to her ioyous paradize Your glory sett to chace the salvage beasts; Wher most she wonnes, when sheon Earth does dwell, So my delight is all in joyfulnesse,

So faire a place as Nature can devize: In beds, in bowres, in banckets, and in feasts : Whether in Paphos, or Cytheron hill, And ill becomes you, with your lofty, creasts,

Or it in Gnidus bee, I wote not well;
To scorne the ioye that love is glad to seeke: But well I wote by triall, that this same
We both are bownd to follow Heavens beheasts, All other pleasa unt places doth excell,
And tend our charges with obeisaunce meeke: - And called is, by her lost lovers name,
Spare, gentle sister, with reproch my paine to eeke; The Gardin of Adonis, far renowmd by fame.
“ And tell me if that ye my sonne have heard In that same gardin all the goodly flowres,
To lurke emongst your nimphes in secret wize, Wherewith dame Nature doth her beautify
Or keepe their cabins: much I am atfeard

And decks the girlonds of her paramoures,
Least he like one of them himselfe disguize, Are fetcht: there is the first seminary
And turne his arrowes to their exercize:

Of all things that are borne to live and dye,
So may he long himselfe full easie hide ;

According to their kynds. Long worke it were For he is faire, and fresh in face and guize

Here to account the endlesse progeny As any nimphe; let not it be envide.”

Of all the weeds that bud and blossome there; So saying every nimph full narrowly shee eide. But so much as doth need must needs be counted

here. But Phæbe therewith sore was angered,

And sharply saide; “ Goe, dame; goe, seeke your It sited was in fruitfull soyle of old,
Where you him lately lefte, in Mars his bed : And girt in with two walls on either side;
He comes not here; we scorne his foolish ioy, The one of yron, the other of bright gold,
Ne lend we leisure to his idle toy:

That none might thorough breake, nor overstride: But, if I catch him in this company,

And double gates it had which opened wide, By Stygian lake I vow, whose sad annoy

By which both in and out men moten pas;
The gods doe dread, he dearly shall abye: Th' one faire and fresh, the other old and dride:
Ile clip his wanton wings that he no more shall fye.” Old Genius the porter of them was,

Old Genius, the which a double nature has.
Whom whenas Venus saw so sore displeasd,
Shee inly sory was, and gan relent

He letteth in, he letteth out to wend
What shee had said: so her shee soone appeasd All that to come into the world desire :
With sugred words and gentle blandishment, A thousand thousand naked babes attend
Which as a fountaine from her sweete lips went About him day and night, which doe require
And welled goodly forth, that in short space That he with fleshly weeds would them attire:
She was well pleasd, and forth her damzells sent Such as him list, such as eternall fate
Through all the woods, to search from place to place Ordained hath, he clothes with sinfull mire,
If any tract of him or tidings they mote trace. And sendeth forth to live in mortall state,

Till they agayn returne backe by the hinder gate. To search the god of love her nimphes she sent Throughout the wandring forest every where: After that they againe retourned beéne, And after them herselfe eke with her went

They in that gardin planted bee agayne, To seeke the fugitive both farre and nere.

Ard grow afresh, as they had never seene So long they sought, till they arrived were

Fleshly corruption nor mortall payne: In that same shady covert whereas lay

Some thousand yeares so doen they there remayne, Faire Crysogone in slombry traunce whilere; And then of him are clad with other hew, Who in her sleepe (a wondrous thing to say) Or sent into the chaungefull world agayne, Unwares had borne two babes as faire springing Till thether they retourne where first they grew : day.

So, like a wheele, arownd they ronne from old to new. Unwares she them conceivd, unwares she bore: Ne needs there gardiner to sett or sow, She bore withouten paine, that she conceiv'd To plant or prune; for of their owne accord Withouten pleasure; ne her need implore All things, as they created were, doe grow, Lucinaes aide: which when they both perceivd, And yet remember well the mighty word They were through wonder nigh of sence berev'd, Which first was spoken by th' Almighty Lord, And gazing each on other nought bespake : That bad them to increase and multiply: At last they both agreed her seeming griev'd Ne doe they need, with water of the ford Out of her heavie swowne not to awake,

Or of the clouds, to moysten their roots dry; But from her loving side the tender babes to take. For in themselves eternall moisture they imply.

Infinite sbapes of creatures there are bred, There is continuall spring, and harvest there
And uncouth formes, which none yet ever knew : Continuall, both meeting at one tyme :
And every sort is in a sondry bed

For both the boughes doe laughing blossoms beare, Sett by itselfe, and ranckt in comely rew;

And with fresh colours decke the wanton pryme, Some titt for reasonable sowles t'indew;

And eke attonce the heavy trees they clyme, Some made for beasts, some made for birds to weare; Which seeme to labour under their fruites lode: And all the fruitfull spawne of fishes hew

The whiles the ioyous birdes make their pastymo In endlesse rancks along enraunged were,

Emongst the shady leaves, their sweet abode, That seemd the ocean could not containe them there. And their trew loves without suspition tell abrode. Daily they grow, and daily forth are sent Right in the middest of that paradise Into the world, it to replenish more;

There stood a stately mount, on whose round top Yet is the stocke not lessened nor spent,

A gloomy grove of mirtle trees did rise, But still remaines in everlasting store

Whose shady boughes sharp steele did never lop, As it at first created was of yore:

Nor wicked beastes their tender buds did crop, For in the wide wombe of the world there lyes, But like a girlond compassed the hight, In hatefull darknes and in deepe horrore,

And from their fruitfull sydes sweet gum did drop, An huge eternall Chaos, wbich supplyes

That all the ground, with pretious deaw bedight, The substaunces of Natures fruitfull progenyes. Threw forth most dainty odours and most sweet

All things from thence doe their first being fetch,
And borrow matter whereof they are made; And in the thickest covert of that shade
Which, whenas forme and feature it does ketch, There was a pleasaunt arber, not by art
Becomes a body, and doth then invade

But of the trees owne inclination made,
The state of life out of the griesly shade.

Which knitting their rancke braunches part to part, That substaunce is eterne, and bideth so;

With wanton yvie-twine entrayld athwart,
Ne, when the life decayes and forme does fade, And eglantine and caprifole emong,
Doth it consume and into nothing goe,

Fashiond above within their inmost part, [throng, Bat chaunged is and often altred to and froe. That nether Phæbus beams could through them

Nor Aeolus sharp blast could worke them any wrong. The substaunce is not chaungd nor altered, But th' only forme and outward fashion ;

And all about grew every sort of flowre, For every substaunce is conditioned

To which sad lovers were transformde of yore; To chaunge her hew, and sondry formes to don, Fresh Hyacinthus, Phæbus paramoure Meet for her temper and complexion:

And dearest love; For formes are variable, and decay

Foolish Narcisse, that likes the watry shore ;
By course of kinde and by occasion;

Sad Amaranthus, made a flowre but late,
And that faire flowre of beautie fades away, Sad Amaranthus, in whose purple gore
As doth the lilly fresh before the sunny ray. Me seemes I see Amintas wretched fate,

To whom sweet poets verse hath given endlesse date.
Great enimy to it, and to all the rest
That in the Gardin of Adonis springs,

There wont fayre Venus often to enioy Is wicked Time; who with his scyth addrest

Her deare Adonis joyous company, Does mow the flowring herbes and goodly things, And reap sweet pleasure of the wanton boy : And all their glory to the ground downe fings, There yet, some say, in secret he does ly, Where they do wither and are fowly mard : Lapped in flowres and pretious spycery, He flyes about, and with his flaggy wings

By her bid from the world, and from the skill Beates downe both leaves and buds without regard, Of Stygian gods, which doe her love envy; Ne ever pitty may relent his malice hard. But she herselfe, whenever that she will,

Possesseth him, and of his sweetnesse takes ber fill: Yet pitty often did the gods relent, To see so faire thinges mard and spoiled quight: And sooth, it seemes, they say; for he may not And their great mother Venus did lament For ever dye, and ever buried bee The losse of her deare brood, her deare delight: In balefull night where all thinges are forgot ; Her bart was pierst with pitty at the sight, All be he subiect to mortalitie, When walking through the gardin them she spyde, Yet is eterne in mutabilitie, Yet no'te she find redresse for such despight: And by succession made perpetuall, For all that lives is subiect to that law:

Transformed oft, and chaunged diverslie: All things decay in time, and to their end doe For him the father of all formes they call; draw.

Therfore needs mote he live, that living gives to all. But were it not that Time their troubler is, There now he liveth in eternal blis, All that in this delightfull gardin growes

loying his goddesse, and of her enioyd ; Should happy bee, and have immortall blis : Ne feareth he henceforth that foe of his, For here all plenty and all pleasure flowes; Which with his cruell tuske him deadly cloyd : And sweete Love gentle fitts emongst them throwes, For that wilde bore, the which him once annoyd, Without fell rancor or fond gealosy :

She firmely hath emprisoned for ay, Franckly each paramour his leman kpowes ; (That her sweet love his malice mote avoyd) Each bird bis mate; ne any does envy

In a strong rocky cave, which is, they say, (may. Their goodly meriment and gay felicity.

Hewen underneath that mount, that none him losen

There now he lives in everlasting ioy,
With many of the gods in company

Which thether haunt, and with the winged boy,
Sporting himselfe in safe felicity :

The witches sonne loves Florimell:
Who when he hath with spoiles and cruelty

She flyes; he faines to dy. Ransackt the world, and in the wofull harts

Satyrane saves the Squyre of Dames Of many wretches set his triumphes hye,

From gyaunts tyranny. Thether resortes, and, laying his sad dartes Asyde, with faire Adonis playes his wanton partes. Like as an hyod forth singled from the heard, And his trew love, faire Psyche, with him playes;

That hath escaped from a ravenous beast,

Yet flyes away of her owne feete afeard;
Fayre Psyche, to him lately recoucyld,
After long troubles and unmeet upbrayes,

And every leafe, that shaketh with the least With which his mother Venus her revyld,

Murmure of winde, her terror hath encreast: And eke himselfe her cruelly exyld :

So fledd fayre Florimell from her vaine feare,

Long after she from perill was releast:
But yow in stedfast love and happy state
She with him lives, and hath bim borne a chyld,

Each shade she saw, and each noyse she did heare, Pleasure, that doth both gods and men aggrate,

Did seeme to be the same which she escapt whileare. Pleasure, the daughter of Cupid and Psyche late.

All that same evening she in flying spent,

And all that night her course continewed: Hether great Venus brought this infant fayre, Ne did she let dull sleepe once to relent The yonger daughter of Chrysogonee,

Nor wearinesse to slack her hast, but fled And unto Psyche with great trust and care Ever alike, as if her former dred Committed her, yfostered to bee

Were hard behind, her ready to arrest : And trained up in trew feminitee:

And her white palfrey, having conquered Who no lesse carefully ber tendered

The maistring raines out of her weary wrest, Then her owne daughter Pleasure, to whom shee Perforce her carried where ever he thought best. Made her companion, and her lessoned In all the lore of love and goodly womanhead. So long as breath and hable puissaunce

Did native corage unto him supply, In which when she to perfect ripenes grew,

His pace he freshly forward did advaunce, Of grace and beautie noble paragone,

And carried her beyond all ieopardy ; She brought her forth into the worldës vew,

But nought that wanteth rest can long aby: To be th' ensample of true love alone,

He, having through incessant traveill spent And lodestarre of all chaste affectione

His force, at last perforce adowne did ly, To all fayre ladies that doe live on grownd.

Ne foot could further move: the lady gent To Faery court she came; where many one

Thereat was suddein strook with great astonishment; Admyrd her goodly haveour, and fownd His feeble hart wide launched with loves cruel And, forst t' alight, op foot mote algates fare wownd.

A traveiler unwonted to such way ;

Need teacheth her this lesson hard and rare, But she to none of them her love did cast,

That Fortune all in equall launce doth sway, Save to the noble knight, sir Scudamore,

And mortall miseries doth make her play. To whom her loving hart she linked fast

So long she traveild, till at length she came In faithfull love, t' abide for evermore;

To an hilles side, which did to her bewray And for his dearest sake endured sore,

A litle valley subiect to the same, Sore trouble of an hainous enimy,

All coverd with thick woodes that quite it overWho her would forced have to have forlore

Her former love and sted fast loialty;
As ye may elswhere reade that ruefull history.

Through th' tops of the high trees she did descry
A litle smoke, whose vapour thin and light

Reeking aloft uprolled to the sky:
But well I weene ye first desire to learne

Which chearefull signe did send unto her sight What end unto that fearefull damozell,

That in the same did wonne some living wight. Which fledd so fast from that same foster stearne

Eftsoones her steps she thereunto applyd, Whom with his brethren Timias slew, befell :

And came at last in weary wretched plight That was, to weet, the goodly Florimell;

Unto the place, to which her hope did guyde Who wandring for to seeke her lover deare, Her lover deare, her dearest Marinell,

To finde some refuge there, and rest her wearie

Into misfortune fell, as ye did heare,
And from prince Arthure fled with wings of idle There in a gloomy hollow glen she found

A little cottage, built of stickes and reedes
In homely wize, and wald with sods around;
In which a witch did dwell, in loathly weedes
And wilfull want, all carelesse of her needes;
So choosing solitarie to abide
Far from all neighbours, that her divelish deedes
And hellish arts from people she might hide,
And hurt far off unknowne whomever she envide:

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