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riding on a white asse, with a dwarfe behind her, leading a warlike steed, that bore the arms of a knight, and his speare in the dwarfes hand. Shee, falling before the queene of Faeries, complayned that her father and mother, an ancient king and queene, had bene by an huge dragon many years shut up in a brasen castle, who thence suffred them not to yssew and therefore besought the Faerie Queene to assygne her some one of her knights to take on him that exployt. Presently that clownish person, upstarting, desired that adventure: whereat the queene much wondering, and the lady much gainesaying, yet he earnestly importuned his desire. In the end the lady told him, that unlesse that armour which she brought would serue him, (that is, the armour of a Christian man spe

in the exquisite depth of his judgement, formed a communewelth, such as it should be; but the other in the person of Cyrus, and the Persians, fashioned a gouernment, such as might best be: so much more profitable and gratious is doctrine by ensample, then by rule. So haue I laboured to do in the person of Arthure: whom I conceiue, after his long education by Timon, to whom he was by Merlin deliuered to be brought up, so soone as he was borne of the lady Igrayne, to haue seene in a dream or vision the Faery Queene, with whose excellent beauty rauished, he awaking resolued to seeke her out; and so being by Merlin armed, and by Timon throughly instructed, he went to seeke her forth in Faerye Land. In that Faery Queene I meane glory in my generall intention, but in my particular I conceiue the most excellent and glo-cified by St. Paul, v. Ephes.) that he could not rious person of our soueraine the queene, and her kingdom in Faery Land. And yet, in some places els, I do otherwise shadow her. For considering she beareth two persons, the one of a most royal queene or empresse, the other of a most vertuous and beautifull lady, this latter part in some places I doe express in Belphœbe, fashioning her name according to your owne excellent conceipt of Cynthia: Phobe and Cynthia being both names of Diana. So in the person of prince Arthure I sette forth magnificence in particular; which vertue, for that (according to Aristotle and the rest) it is the perfection of all the rest, and conteineth in it them all, therefore in the whole course I mention the deeds of Arthure applyable to that vertue, which I write of in that booke. But of the xii other vertues, I make xii other knights the patrones, for the more variety of the history: of which these three bookes contayn three.

The first of the knight of the Redcrosse, in whom I expresse holynes: the seconde of sir Guyon, in whome I sette forth temperaunce: the third of Britomartis, a lady knight, in whome I picture chastity. But, because the beginning of the whole worke seemeth abrupte and as depending upon other antecedents, it needs that ye know the occasion of these three knights seuerall aduentures. For the methode of a poet historical is not such, as of an historiographer. For an historiographer discourseth of affayres orderly as they were donne, accounting as well the times as the actions; but a poet thrusteth into the middest, euen where it most concerneth him, and there recoursing to the thinges forepaste, and diuining of thinges to come, maketh a pleasing analysis of all.

The beginning, therefore, of my history, if it were to be told by an historiographer, should be the twelfth booke, which is the last; where I deuise that the Faery Queene kept her annual feaste xii days; uppon which xii severall dayes, the occasions of the xii seuerall aduentures hapned, which, being undertaken by xii seuerall knights, are in these xii books seuerally handled and discoursed. The first was this. In the beginning of the feast, there presented himselfe a tall clownishe younge man, who, falling before the queene of Faries, desired a boone, (as the manner then was) which, during that feast, she might not refuse; which was, that hee might haue the atchieuement of any aduenture, which, during that feaste, should happen. That being graunted, he rested him on the floore, unfitte, through his rusticity, for a better place. Soone after entred a faire ladye in mourning weedes,

succeed in that enterprise: which being forthwith put upon him with dew furnitures thereunto, he seemed the goodliest man in al that company, and was well liked of the lady. And eftesoones taking on him knighthood, and mounting on that straunge courser, he went forth with her on that adventure: where beginneth the first booke, viz.

A gentle knight was pricking on the playne, &c.

The second day there came in a palmer, bearing an infant with bloody hands, whose parents he complained to have bene slayn by an enchauntresse called Acrasia: and therefore craved of the Faery Queene to appoint him some knight to performe that adventure; which being assigned to sir Guyon, he presently went forth with that same palmer; which is the beginning of the second booke, and the whole subiect thereof. The third day there came in a groome, who complained before the Faery Queene, that a vile enchaunter, called Busirane, had in hand a most faire lady, called Amoretta, whom he kept in most grievous torment, because she would not yield him the pleasure of her body. Whereupon sir Scudamour, the lover of that lady, presently tooke on him that adventure. But being unable to performe it by reason of the hard enchauntments, after long sorrow, in the end met with Britomartis, who succoured him, and reskewed his love.

But, by occasion hereof, many other adventures are intermedled; but rather as accidents then intendments: as the love of Britomart, the overthrow of Marinell, the misery of Florimell, the vertuousnes of Belphæbe, the lasciviousnes of Hellenora; and many the like.

Thus much, sir, I have briefly overronne to direct your understanding to the wel-head of the history; that, from thence gathering the whole intention of the conceit, ye may as in a handful gripe al the discourse, which otherwise may happily seem tedious and confused. So, humbly craving the continuance of your honourable favour towards me, and th' eternall establishment of your happines, I humbly take leave.

23 January 1589.

Yours most humbly affectionate,

ED. SPENSER.

VERSES

ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR'.

A VISION

UPON THIS CONCEIPT OF THE FAERY QUEENE.

Me thought I saw the grave where Laura lay,
Within that temple where the vestall flame
Was want to burne; and passing by that way
To see that buried dust of living fame,
Whose tomb faire Love, and fairer Virtue kept;
All suddeinly I saw the Faery Queene:

At whose approch the soule of Petrarke wept,
And from thenceforth those graces were not seene;
(For they this queene attended); in whose steed
Oblivion laid him down on Lauras herse:
Hereat the hardest stones were seene to bleed,
And grones of buried ghostes the Hevens did perse:
Where Homers spright did tremble all for griefe,
And curst th' accesse of that celestiall theife.

W. R.

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ANOTHER OF THE SAME.

THE prayse of meaner wits this worke like profit brings,

As doth the cuckoes song delight when Philumeua sings.

If thou hast formed right true Vertues face herein, Vertue herselfe can best discerne to whom they written bin.

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TO

THE LEARNED SHEPHEARD.

COLLYN, I see, by thy new taken taske,

Some sacred fury hath enricht thy braynes, That leades thy Muse in haughty verse to maske,

And loath the layes that longs to lowly swaynes; That liftes thy notes from shepheardes unto kinges: So like the lively larke that mounting singes.

Thy lovely Rosalinde seemes now forlorne;

And all thy gentle flockes forgotten quight:
Thy chaunged hart now holdes thy pypes in scorne,
Those prety pypes that did thy mates delight;
Those trusty mates that loved thee so well;
Whom thou gav'st mirth, as they gave thee the bell.

The two sonnets signed W. R. are understood to be written by sir Walter Raleigh, who was cĕrtainly a poet of no mean fame: the verses signed Hobynoll are the very elegant production of Gabriel Harvey, by which signature he is described in The Shepheards Calender: the poem R. S. may be at-Yet, as thou earst with thy sweete roundelayes tributed to Robert Southwell, or Richard Stanyhurst, or Richard Smith, or Richard Stapleton, who were poetical writers contemporary with Spenser; and of whom, Stapleton and Smith are known as authors of other commendatory verses; yet Mr. Upton would assign this little poem to Robert Sackville, eldest son of lord Buckhurst, the Sackvilles (he says) being not only patrons of learned men, but learned themselves: I am at a loss to whom to ascribe the poem signed H. B., and can offer no other opinion in respect to the author of the next, subscribed W. L., than what the compiler of the Bibliographia Poetica has given, that it might be William Lisle, the poetical translator of part of Du Bartas, and (which the compiler of the Bib. Poet. appears not to have known) of part of Heliodorus: the last poem bears a signature assumed by several writers in the age of Elizabeth; and I am unable to fix on the author. Todd.

Didste stirre to glee our laddes in homely bowers;
So moughtst thou now in these refyned layes

Delight the daintie eares of higher powers.
And so mought they, in their deepe skanning skill,
Alow and grace our Collyns flowing quill.

And faire befall that Faery Queene of thine!

In whose faire eyes love linckt with vertue sittes;
Enfusing, by those bewties fyers divine,

Such high conceites into thy humble wittes,
As raised hath poore pastors oaten reedes
From rusticke tunes, to chaunt heroique deedes.

So mought thy Redcrosse knight with happy hand
Victorious be in that faire ilands right,
(Which thou dost vayle in type of Faery land)
Elizas blessed field, that Albion hight: [foes,
That shieldes her friendes, and warres her mightie
Yet still with people, peace, and plentie, flowes.

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VERSES

ADDRESSED, BY THE AUTHOR OF THE FAERIE QUEENE,

TO SEVERAL NOBLEMEN, &c.

TO THE

RIGHT HON. SİR CHRISTOPHER HATTON,

LORD HIGH CHAUNCELOR OF ENGLAND, &c.

THOSE prudent heads that with their counsels wise,
Whylom the pillours of th' Earth did sustaine,
And taught ambitious Rome to tyrannise,
And in the neck of all the world to rayne;
Oft from those grave affaires were wont abstaine,
With the sweet lady Muses for to play:
So Ennius the elder Africane;
So Maro oft did Cæsars cares allay.

So you, great lord, that with your counsell sway
The burdein of this kingdom mightily,
With like delightes sometimes may eke delay
The rugged brow of carefull Policy;
And to these ydle rymes lend litle space,
Which for their titles sake may find more grace.

TO THE

E. S.

RIGHT HON. THE LORD BURLEIGH,

LORD HIGH THREASURER OF ENGLAND.

To you, right noble lord, whose carefull brest
To menage of most grave affaires is bent;
And on whose mightie shoulders most doth rest
The burdein of this kingdome's governement,
(As the wide compasse of the firmament
On Atlas mightie shoulders is upstayd)
Unfitly I these ydle rimes present,
The labor of lost time, and wit unstayd:
Yet if their deeper sence be inly wayd,

And the dim vele, with which from commune vew
Their fairer parts are hid, aside be layd,
Perhaps not vaine they may appeare to you.
Such as they be, vouchsafe them to receave,
And wipe their faults out of your censure grave.

TO THE

E. S.

RIGHT HON. THE EARLE OF OXENFORD,
LORD HIGH CHAMBERLAYNE OF ENGLAND, &c.

RECEIVE, most noble lord, in gentle gree,
The unripe fruit of an unready wit;
Which, by thy countenaunce, doth crave to bee
Defended from foule Envies poisnous bit.

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The sacred Muses have made alwaies clame
To be the nourses of nobility,

And registres of everlasting fame,

To all that armes professe and chevalry.
Then, by like right, the noble progeny,

Which them succeed in fame and worth, are tyde
T'embrace the service of sweet poetry,
By whose endevours they are glorifide;
And eke from all, of whom it is envide,
To patronize the authour of their praise,
Which gives them life, that els would soone have
And crownes their ashes with immortall baies.
To thee therefore, right noble lord, I send
This present of my paines, it to defend.

TO THE RIGHT HON.

[dide,

E. S.

THE EARLE OF CUMBERLAND.

REDOUBTED lord, in whose corageous mind
The flowre of chevalry, now bloosming faire,
Doth promise fruite worthy the noble kind
Which of their praises have left you the haire;
To you this humble present I prepare,
For love of vertue and of martial praise;
To which though nobly ye inclined are,
(As goodlie well ye shew'd in late assaies)
Yet brave ensample of long passed daies,
In which trew honor ye may fashiond see,
To like desire of honor may ye raise,
And fill your mind with magnanimitee.
Receive it, lord, therefore as it was ment,
For honor of your name and high descent.

E. S.

VERSES ADDRESSED BY THE AUTHOR TO SEVERAL NOBLEMEN. 47

TO THE MOST HONOURABLE AND EXCELLENT LORD

THE EARLE OF ESSEX,

CREAT MAISTER OF THE HORSE TO HER HIGHNESSE, AND KNIGHT OF THE NOBLE ORDER of the garter, &c.

MAGNIFICKE lord, whose vertues excellent
Doe merit a most famous poets witt
To be thy living praises instrument;
Yet doe not sdeigne to let thy name be writt
In this base poeme, for thee far unfitt:
Nought is thy worth disparaged thereby.
But when my Muse, whose fethers, nothing flitt,
Doe yet but flagg and lowly learne to fly,
With bolder wing shall dare alofte to sty
To the last praises of this Faery Queene;
Then shall it make most famous memory
Of thine heroicke parts, such as they beene:
Till then, vouchsafe thy noble countenaunce
To their first labours needed furtheraunce.

E. S.

TO THE

RIGHT HON. THE LORD OF HUNSDON,
HIGH CHAMBERLAINE TO HER MAJESTY.

RENOWMED lord, that for your worthinesse
And noble deeds, have your deserved place
High in the favour of that emperesse,
The worlds sole glory and her sexes grace;
Here eke of right have you a worthie place,
Both for your nearnes to that Faerie Queene,
And for your owne high merit in like cace:
Of which, apparaunt proofe was to be seene,
When that tumultuous rage and fearfull deene
Of northerne rebels ye did pacify,
And their disloiall powre defaced clene,
The record of enduring memory.
Live, lord, for ever in this lasting verse,
That all posteritie thy honor may reherse.

E. S.

TO THE RIGHT HON.

THE EARLE of ORMOND AND OSSORY.

RECEIVE, most noble lord, a simple taste
Of the wilde fruit which salvage soyl hath bred;
Which, being through long wars left almost waste,
With brutish barbarisme is overspredd :
And, in so faire a land as may be redd,
Not one Parnassus, nor one Helicone,
Left for sweete Muses to be harboured,
But where thyselfe hast thy brave mansione:
There indeede dwel faire graces many one,
And gentle nymphes, delights of learned wits;
And in thy person, without paragone,
All goodly bountie and true honour sits.
Such therefore, as that wasted soyl doth yield,
Receive, dear lord, in worth, the fruit of barren
field.

E. S.

TO THE MOST RENOWMNED AND VALIANT LORD,
THE LORD GREY OF WILTON,
KNIGHT OF THE noble order of THE CARTER, &c.
Most noble lord, the pillor of my life,
And patrone of my Muses pupillage;
Through whose large bountie, poured on me rife
In the first season of my feeble age,

I now doe live bound yours by vassalage;
(Sith nothing ever may redeeme, nor reave
Out of your endlesse debt, so sure a gage)
Vouchsafe, in worth, this small guift to receave,
Which in your noble hands for pledge I leave
Of all the rest that I am tyde t' account :
Rude rymes, the which a rustick Muse did weave
In savadge soyle, far from Parnasso Mount,
And roughly wrought in an unlearned loome:
The which vouchsafe, dear lord, your favourable
doome.

E. S.

TO THE RIGHT HON.

THE LORD CHARLES HOWARD,

LORD HIGH ADMIRAL OF ENGLAND, KNIGHT OF THE NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER, AND ONE OF HER MAJESTIE'S PRIVIE COUNSEL, &c.

AND ye, brave lord, whose goodly personage
And noble deeds, each other garnishing,
Make you ensample to the present age,
Of th' old heroes, whose famous offspring
The antique poets wout so much to sing;
In this same pageaunt have a worthy place,
Sith those huge castles of Castilian king,
That vainly threatned kingdomes to displace,
Like flying doves ye did before you chace;
And that proud people, woxen insolent
Through many victories, didst first deface:
Thy praises everlasting monument
Is in this verse engraven semblably,

That it may live to all posterity.

E. S.

TO THE RIGHT HON.

THE LORD OF BUCKHURST,

ONE OF HER MAJESTIES PRIVIE COUNSELL.

In vain I thinke, right honourable lord,
By this rude rime to memorize thy name,
Whose learned Muse hath writ her owne record
In golden verse, worthy immortal fame:
Thou much more fit (were leasure to the same)
Thy gracious soverains praises to compile,
And her imperiall majestie to frame
In loftie numbers and heroicke stile.
But, sith thou maist not so, give leave a while
To baser wit his power therein to spend,
Whose grosse defaults thy daintie pen may file,
And unadvised oversights amend.

But evermore vouchsafe, it to maintaine
Against vile Zoilus backbitings vaine.

E. S.

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