Ne suffred them to perish through long eld, As all things else, the which this world doth weld, lvii The yeares of Nestor nothing were to his, The Garden of Adonis Book III, Canto VI, xxx-xlii IN that same Gardin all the goodly flowres, XXX Of all the weedes, that bud and blossome there; But so much as doth need, must needs be counted here. It sited was in fruitfull soyle of old, And girt in with two walles on either side; xxxi By which both in and out men moten pas; Th'one faire and fresh, the other old and dride : Old Genius, the which a double nature has. He letteth in, he letteth out to wend, All that to come into the world desire ; A thousand thousand naked babes attend Ordained hath, he clothes with sinfull mire, After that they againe returned beene, They in that Gardin planted be againe ; Xxxii xxxiii Some thousand yeares so doen they there remaine ; And then of him are clad with other hew, Or sent into the chaungefull world againe, Till thither they returne, where first they grew : So like a wheele around they runne from old to new. Ne needs there Gardiner to set, or sow, To plant or prune : for of their owne accord xxxiv Infinite shapes of creatures there are bred, And uncouth formes, which none yet ever knew, Set by it selfe, and ranckt in comely rew: Some fit for reasonable soules t'indew, XXXV Some made for beasts, some made for birds to weare, And all the fruitfull spawne of fishes hew In endlesse rancks along enraunged were, That seem'd the Ocean could not containe them there. Daily they grow, and daily forth are sent Yet is the stocke not lessened, nor spent, As it at first created was of yore. For in the wide wombe of the world there lyes, An huge eternall Chaos, which supplyes The substances of natures fruitfull progenyes. xxxvi All things from thence doe their first being fetch, xxxvii And borrow matter, whereof they are made, Which when as forme and feature it does ketch, Becomes a bodie, and doth then invade The state of life, out of the griesly shade. Ne when the life decayes, and forme does fade, The substance is not chaunged, nor altered, To change her hew, and sundry formes to don, xxxviii Meet for her temper and complexion : By course of kind, and by occasion; Great enimy to it, and to all the rest, xxxix Is wicked Time, who with his scyth addrest, Does mow the flowring herbes and goodly things, And all their glory to the ground downe flings, Where they doe wither, and are fowly mard : He flyes about, and with his flaggy wings Beates downe both leaves and buds without regard, Ne ever pittie may relent his malice hard. Yet pittie often did the gods relent, To see so faire things mard, and spoyled quight: All things decay in time, and to their end do draw. But were it not, that Time their troubler is, Their goodly meriment, and gay felicitie. xl xli There is continuall spring, and harvest there For both the boughes doe laughing blossomes beare, And with fresh colours decke the wanton Prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they clime, Which seeme to labour under their fruits lode : The whiles the joyous birdes make their pastime Emongst the shadie leaves, their sweet abode, And their true loves without suspition tell abrode. The Masque of Cupid Book III, Canto XII, i-xxvii THO when as chearelesse Night ycovered had Nought therewith daunted was her courage proud, With that, an hideous storme of winde arose, All suddenly a stormy whirlwind blew Throughout the house, that clapped every dore, xlii i ii iii |