r だ Hee letteth in, he letteth out to wend All that to come into the world defire; About him day and night, which doe require That he with fleshly weedes would them attire: Ordained hath, he clothes with finfull mire, The fubftaunce is not chaungd nor altered, To chaunge her hew, and fondry formes to dory Till they agayn returne backe by the hinder gate. By courfe of kinde, and by occafion, XXXIII. After that they againe retourned beene, 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, XXXV. Infinite fhapes of creatures there are bred, Sett by itselfe, and ranckt in comely rew; 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, But were it not that Time their troubler is, That feemd the ocean could not containe them Without fell rancor or fond gealofy; Franckly each paramour his leman knowes, XLII. There is continuall spring, and harvest there For both the boughes doe laughing blossoms beare, throng, For him the father of all formes they call, Therefore needs mote he live, that living give to all. XLVIII. There now he liveth in eternall blis, (That her sweet love his malice note avoyd) XLIX. There now he lives in everlafting ioy, Who when he hath with spoiles and cruelty L. And his trew love, faire Plyche, with h playes, Fayre Pfyche! to him lately reconcyld, Nor Acolus' fharp blaft could worke them any And,eke himfelfe her cruelly exyld; In which when the to perfect ripenes grew, Poffeffeth him, and of his fweetnete takes her To all fayre ladies that doe live on grownd: fill: XLVII. And footh it fccmes they fay; for he may not In balefull night, where all thinges are forgot, To Faery Court the came, where many one LIII. But fhe to none of them her love did caft, Save to the noble knight Sir Scudamore, To whom her loving hart fhe linked fast In faithfull love, t'abide for evermore; |