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Hee letteth in, he letteth out to wend

All that to come into the world defire;
A thoufand thousand naked babes attend

About him day and night, which doe require

That he with fleshly weedes would them attire:
Such as him lift, fuch as eternall Fate

Ordained hath, he clothes with finfull mire,
And fendeth forth to live in mortall state,

The fubftaunce is not chaungd nor altered,
But th' only forme and outward fashion,
For every fubftaunce is conditioned

To chaunge her hew, and fondry formes to dory
Meet for her temper and complexion;
For formes are variable, and decay

Till they agayn returne backe by the hinder gate. By courfe of kinde, and by occafion,

XXXIII.

After that they againe retourned beene,
That in that gardin planted be agayne,
And grow afresh, as they had never feene

Fleshly corruption, nor mortall payne :

Some thousand yeares fo doen they there remayne,

And then of him are clad with other hew,

Or fent into the chaungefull world agayne,

Till thether they retourne where first they grew;

So like a wheele arownd they ronne from old to

new.

XXXIV.

Ne needs their gardiner to fett or sow,
To plant or prune; for of their own accord
All things as they created were doe grow,
And yet remember well the mighty word
Which first was spoken by th' Almighty Lord,
That bad them to increase and multiply:
Ne doe they need with water of t'e ford,
Or of the clouds, to moyflen their roots dry,
For in themfelves eternall moisture they imply.

XXXV.

Infinite fhapes of creatures there are bred,
And uncouth formes, which none yet ever knew,
And every fort is in a fondry bed

Sett by itselfe, and ranckt in comely rew;
Some fitt for reasonable fowles't' indew,

Some made for beafts, fome made for birds to

weare

And all the fruitfull spawne of fishes hew

In endlesse rancks along enraunged were,

And that fayre flowre of beautie fades away,
As doth the lilly fresh before the funny ray.

But were it not that Time their troubler is,
All that in this delightfull gardin growes
Should happy bee, and have immortall blis,
For here all plenty and all pleasure flowes,
And fweete Love gentle fitts emongst them
throwes,

That feemd the ocean could not containe them Without fell rancor or fond gealofy;

Franckly each paramour his leman knowes,
Each bird his mate; ne any does envy
Their goodly meriment and gay felicity.

XLII.

There is continuall spring, and harvest there
Continuall, boch meeting at one time;

For both the boughes doe laughing blossoms beare,

Nor Acolus' fharp blaft could worke them any And,eke himfelfe her cruelly exyld;

Poffeffeth him, and of his fweetnete takes her To all fayre ladies that doe live on grownd: