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35 They forward passe; ne Guyon yet spoke
Thence forward he him ledd, and shortly word,
brought Till that they came unto an yron dore, Unto another rowme, whose dore forthright Which to them opened of his owne accord,
To him did open, as it had beene taught. And shewd of richesse such exceeding store,
Therein an hundred raunges weren pight, As eie of man did never see before,
And hundred fournaces all burning bright: Ne ever could within one place be fownd, By every fournace many feendes did byde, Though all the wealth which is, or was of Deformed creatures, horrible in sight; yore,
And every feend his busie paines applyde Could gathered be through all the world To melt the golden metall, ready to be tryde.
arownd, And that above were added to that under
One with great bellowes gathered filling 32
And with forst wind the fewell did inflame; The charge thereof unto a covetous Spright Another did the dying bronds repayre Commaunded was, who thereby did attend,
With yron tongs, and sprinckled ofte the · And warily awaited day and night, From other covetous feends it to defend,
With liquid waves, fiers Vulcans rage to Who it to rob and ransacke did intend.
tame, Then Mammon, turning to that warriour,
Who, maystring them, renewd his former said:
heat: “Loe! here the worldes blis: loe! here the
Some scumd the drosse that from the metall end,
came; To which al men doe ayme, rich to be made:
Some stird the molten owre with ladles Such grace now to be happy is before
great ; thee laid.”
And every one did swincke, and every one 33
37 "Certes," sayd he) "I n'ill thine offred grace,
But, when an earthly wight they present Ne to be made so happy doe intend:
saw Another blis before mine eyes I place,
Glistring in armes and battailous aray, Another happines, another end.
From their whot work they did themselves To them that list these base regardes I lend;
withdraw But I in armes, and in atchievements brave, To wonder at the sight; for till that day Do rather choose my flitting houres to spend, They never creature saw that cam that way: And to be Lord of those that riches have, Their staring eyes sparckling with fervent Then them to have my selfe, and be their fyre servile sclave."
And ugly shapes did nigh the man dismay,
That, were it not for shame, he would re34
tyre; Thereat the feend his gnashing teeth did
Till that him thus bespake their soveraine
Lord and syre: grate, And griev'd so long to lacke his greedie
38 pray; For well he weened that so glorious bayte "Behold, thou Faeries sonne, with mortall Would tempt his guest to take thereof eye, assay;
That living eye before did never see. Had he so doen, he had him snatcht away, The thing, that thou didst crave so earnestly, More light then Culver in the Faulcons fist. To weet whence all the wealth late shewd Eternall God thee save from such decay!
by mee But, whenas Mammon saw his purpose mist, Proceeded, lo! now is reveald to thee. Him to entrap unwares another way he Here is the fountaine of the worldes good: wist.
Now, therefore, if thou wilt enriched bee,
Avise thee well, and chaunge thy wilfull For nothing might abash the villein bold, mood,
Ne mortall steele emperce his miscreated Least thou perhaps hereafter wish, and be mould. withstood."
So having him with reason pacifyde, "Suffise it then, thou Money God," (quoth And that fiers Carle commaunding to forhee)
beare, “That all thine ydle offers I refuse.
He brought him in. The rowme was large All that I need I have: what needth mee
and wyde, To covet more then I have cause to use? As it some Gyeld or solemne Temple weare. With such vaine shewes thy worldings vyle Many great golden pillours did upbeare abuse;
The massy roofe, and riches huge sustayne; But give me leave to follow mine emprise." And every pillour decked with full deare Mammon was much displeased, yet no’te he With crownes, and Diademes, and titles chuse
vaine, But beare the rigour of his bold mesprise; Which mortall Princes wore whiles they cn And thence him forward ledd him further
earth did rayne. to entise. 40
44 He brought him, through a darksom nar
A route of people there assembled were, row strayt,
Of every sort and nation under skye, To a broad gate all built of beaten gold: Which with great uprore preaced to draw The gate was open; but therein did wayt A sturdie villein, stryding stiffe and bold, To th’ upper part, where was advaunced hye As if the highest God defy he would : A stately siege of soveraine majestye; In his right hand an yron club he held,
And thereon satt a woman, gorgeous gay But he himselfe was al of golden mould,
And richly cladd in robes of royaltye, Yet had both life and senée, and well could
That never earthly Prince in such aray weld
His glory did enhaunce, and pompous pryde That cursed weapon, when his cruell foes
display. he queld.
Her face right wondrous faire did seeme to Disdayne he called was, and did disdayne bee, To be so cald, and who so did him call: That her broad beauties beam great brightSterne was his looke, and full of stomacke
nes threw vayne;
Through the dim shade, that all men might His portaunce terrible, and stature tall, Far passing th' hight of men terrestriall, Yet was not that same her owne native hew, Like an huge Gyant of the Titans race; But wrought by art and counterfetted shew, That made him scorne all creatures great Thereby more lovers unto her to call: and small,
Nath'lesse most hevenly faire in deed and And with his pride all others powre deface: More fitt emongst black fiendes then men to She by creation was, till she did fall; have his place.
Thenceforth she sought for helps to cloke 42
her crime withall. Soone as those glitterand armes he did
46 espye, That with their brightnesse made that dark- There, as in glistring glory she did sitt, nes light,
She held a great gold chaine ylincked well, His harmefull club he gan to hurtle hye, Whose upper end to highest heven was knitt, And threaten batteill to the Faery knight; And lower part did reach to lowest Hell; Who likewise gan himselfe to batteill dight, And all that preace did rownd about her Till Mammon did his hasty hand withhold, swell And counseld him abstaine from perilous
To catchen hold of that long chaine, thereby fight;
To climbe aloft, and others to excell;
That was Ambition, rash desire to sty, And every linck thereof a step of dignity.
47 Some thought to raise themselves to high
degree By riches and unrighteous reward; Some by close shouldring; some by flat
teree; Others through friendes; others for base
regard, And all by wrong waies for themselves pre
pard: Those that were up themselves kept others
low; Those that were low themselves held others
hard, Ne suffred them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow downe to throw.
48 Which whenas Guyon saw, he gan inquire, What meant that preace about that Ladies
throne, And what she was that did so high aspyre? Him Mammon answered; "That goodly one, Whom all that folke with such contention Doe flock about, my deare, my daughter is : Honour and dignitie from her alone Derived are, and all this worldes blis, For which we men doe strive; few gett, but many mis:
49 “And fayre Philotime she rightly hight, The fairest wight that wonneth under skie, But that this arksom neather world her
light Doth dim with horror and deformity; Worthie of heven and hye felicitie, From whence the gods have her for envy
thrust: But, sith thou hast found favour in mine
eye, Thy spouse, I will her make, if that thou
lust, That she may thee advance for works and merits just."
50 “Gramercy, Mammon," (said the gentle
knight) “For so great grace and offred high estate; But I, that am fraile flesh and earthly wight, Unworthy match for such immortall mate My selfe well wote, and mine unequall fate: And were I not, yet is my trouth yplight,
And love avowd to other Lady late,
51 Mammon emmoved was with inward wrath; Yet, forcing it to fayne, him forth thence
ledd, Through griesly shadowes by a beaten path, Into a gardin goodly garnished. With hearbs and fruits, whose kinds mote
not be redd: Not such as earth out of her fruitful woomb Throwes forth to men, sweet and well
savored, But direfull deadly black, both leafe and
bloom, Fitt to adorne the dead, and deck the drery toombe.
52 There mournfull Cypress grew in greatest
store, And trees of bitter Gall, and Heben sad; Dead sleeping Poppy, and black Hellebore; Cold Coloquintida and Tetra mad; Mortall Samnitis, and Cicuta bad, With which th' unjust Atheniens made to
dy Wise Socrates; who, thereof quaffing glad, Pourd out his life and last Philosophy To the fayre Critias, his dearest Belamy.
53 The Gardin of Proserpina this hight; And in the midst thereof a silver seat, With a thick Arber goodly over-dight, In which she often usd from open heat Her selfe to shroud, and pleasures to en
treat: Next thereunto did grow a goodly tree, With braunches broad dispredd and body
great, Clothed with leaves, that none the wood
mote see, And loaden all with fruit as thick as it might bee.
54 Their fruit were golden apples glistring
bright, That goodly was their glory to behold; On earth like never grew, ne living wight Like ever saw, but they from hence were
sold; For those which Hercules, with conquest Got from great Atlas daughters, hence be
gan, And planted there did bring forth fruit of
gold; And those with which th' Eubæan young
Swift Atalanta, when through craft he her out ran.
55 Here also sprong that goodly golden fruit, With which Acontius got his lover trew, Whom he had long time sought with fruit
lesse suit; Here eke that famous golden Apple grew, The which emongst the gods false Ate
threw; For which th' Idæan Ladies disagreed, Till partiall Paris dempt it Venus dew, And had of her fayre Helen for his meed, That many noble Greekes and Trojans made to bleed.
56 The warlike Elfe much wondred at this tree, So fayre and great that shadowed all the
ground, And his broad braunches, laden with rich
fee, Did stretch themselves without the utmost
bound Of this great gardin, compast with a mound; Which over-hanging, they themselves did
steepe In a blacke flood, which flow'd about it
round. That is the river of C'ocytus deepe, In which full many soules do endlesse wayle
Of the cold liquor which he waded in;
thinke To reach the fruit which grew upon the
brincke: But both the fruit from hand, and flood
from mouth, Did fly abacke, and made him vainely
swincke; The whiles he sterv'd with hunger, and with
drouth, He daily dyde, yet never throughly dyen couth.
59 The knight, him seeing labour so in vaine, Askt who he was, and what he ment thereby? Who, groning deepe, thus answerd him
againe; "Most cursed of all creatures under skye, Lo! Tantalus, I here tormented lye: Of whom high Jove wont whylome feasted
bee; Lo! here I now for want of food doe dye: But, if that thou be such as I thee see, Of grace I pray thee, give to eat and drinke to mee!"
60 “Nay, nay, thou greedy Tantalus," (quoth
he) “Abide the fortune of thy present fate; And unto all that live in high degree, Ensample be of mind intemperate, To teach them how to use their present
state." Then gan the cursed wretch alowd to cry, Accusing highest Jove and gods ingrate;
As author of unjustice
, there to let him dye.
57 Which to behold he clomb up to the bancke, And looking downe saw many damned
wightes In those sad waves, which direfull deadly
stancke, Plonged continually of cruell Sprightes. That with their piteous cryes, and yelling
shrightes, They made the further shore resounden
wide. Emongst the rest of those same ruefull
sightes, One cursed creature he by chaunce espide, That drenched lay full deepe under the Garden side.
-58 Deepe was he drenched to the upmost chin, Yet gaped still as coveting to drinke
61 He lookt a litle further, and espyde Another wretch, whose carcas deepe was
drent Within the river, which the same did hyde; But both his handes, most filthy feculent, Above the water were on high extent, And faynd to wash themselves incessantly, Yet nothing cleaner were for such intent, But rather fowler seemed to the eye; So lost his labour vaine and ydle industry.
62 The knight him calling asked who he was? Who, lifting up his head, him answerd thus; "I Pilate am, the falsest Judge, alas!
Gan sucke this vitall ayre into his brest,
THE GOSPEL OF BEAUTY
And most un just; that, by unrighteous
remayne, For terrour of the tortures manifold. In which the damned soules he did behold, But roughly him bespake: "Thou fearefull
foole, Why takest not of that same fruite of gold? Ne sittest downe on that same silver stoole, To rest thy weary person in the shadow coole?"
64 All which he did to do him deadly fall In frayle intemperaunce through sinfull
bayt; To which if he inclyned had at all, That dreadful feend, which did behinde him
wayt, Would him have rent in thousand peeces
strayt: But he was wary wise in all his way, And well perceived his deceiptfull sleight, Ne suffred lust his safety to betray. So goodly did beguile the Guyler of his pray.
65 And now he has so long remained theare, That vitall powres gan wexe both weake
and wan For want of food and sleepe, which two
upbeare, Like mightie pillours, this frayle life of man, That none without the same enduren can: For now three dayes of men were full out
wrought, Since he this hardy enterprize began: Forthy great Mammon fayrely he besought Into the world to guyde him backe, as he him brought.
66 The God, though loth, yet was constraynd
t' obay; For lenger time then that no living wight Below the earth might suffred be to stay: So backe againe him brought to living light, But all so soone as his enfeebled spright
[From An Hymn in Honor of Beauty] What time this world's great Workmaster
did cast To make all things such as we now behold, It seems that he before his eyes had placed A goodly pattern, to whose perfect mould He fashioned them as comely as he could, That now so fair and seemly they appear As nought may be amended anywhere. That wondrous pattern, whereso'er it be, Whether in earth laid up in secret store, Or else in heaven, that no man may it see With sinful eyes, for fear it to deflore, Is perfect Beauty, which all men adore; Whose face and feature doth so much excel All mortal sense, that none the same may
tell. Thereof as every earthly thing partakes Or more or less, by influence divine, So it more fair accordingly it makes, And the gross matter of this earthly mine Which clotheth it, thereafter doth refine, Doing away the dross which dims the light Of that fair beam which therein is empight.
That is the thing which giveth pleasant
grace To all things fair, that kindleth lively fire, Light of thy lamp; which, shining in the
face, Thence to the soul darts amorous desire, And robs the hearts of those which it ad
mire; Therewith thou pointest thy son's poisoned