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 serve him (that is, the armour of a Christian man specified by St. Paul, vi. Ephes.) that he could not 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 eftesoones1 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 Enchantresse 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.

1 Eftesoones, immediately.

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 Belphobe, 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. Ianuary 1589.

Yours most humbly affectionate,

Ed. Spenser.

VERSES

ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR.

[The first of these commendatory poems is by Sir Walter Raleigh, and is in a fine strain of exaggerated compliment. The second is by the same author, and is a specimen of the adulation addressed to Queen Elizabeth by her courtiers. The third is by Spenser's friend, Gabriel Harvey. The names of the authors of the remaining four have baffled the researches of modern commentators.]

A Vision upon this Conceipt of the Faery Queene.

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Me thought I saw the grave where Laura lay,*
Within that Temple where the vestall flame
Was wont to burne; and passing by that
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.

* "Methought I saw my late espoused saint.". MILTON.

Another of the same.

THE prayse of meaner wits this Worke like profit brings,
As doth the Cuckoes song delight when Philumena sings.
If thou hast formed right true Vertues face herein,

Vertue herselfe can best discerne to whom they written bin.
If thou hast Beauty praysd, let Her sole lookes divine
Judge if ought therein be amis, and mend it by Her eine.
If Chastitie want ought, or Temperaunce her dew,
Behold Her Princely mind aright, and write thy Queene anew.
Meane while She shall perceive, how far Her vertues sore
Above the reach of all that live, or such as wrote of yore:
And thereby will excuse and favour thy good will;
Whose vertue can not be exprest but by an Angels quill.
Of me no lines are lov'd, nor letters are of price,
(Of all which speak our English tongue,) but those of thy
device.

W. R.

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;

* In these verses allusion is made to "The Shepheards Calender " - Spenser's first published work, in which he speaks of himself as Colin Clout.

Those trusty mates, that loved thee so well;

Whom thou gav'st mirth, as they gave thee the bell.1

Yet, as thou earst with thy sweete roundelayes
Didst 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,
Allow and grace our Collyns flowing quill.

And faire befall that Faery Queene of thine!

In whose faire eyes Love linct 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
Victorius be in that faire Ilands right,

(Which thou dost vayle in type of Faery land,)
Elizas blessed field, that Albion hight:

That shieldes her friendes, and warres her mightie foes, Yet still with people, peace, and plentie, flowes.

But, iolly shepheard, though with pleasing stile
Thou feast the humour of the courtly trayne;

Let not conceipt thy settled sence beguile,

Ne daunted be through envy or disdaine.

Subiect thy doome to her empyring spright,
From whence thy Muse, and all the world, takes light.

HOBYNOLL.

1 Gave thee the bell, gave you the first rank.

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