Anatomy Of The Western World

[August Highland]

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  He passed forth and new aduenture sought/As one that inly mournd so
was she sad/Add faith vnto your force and be not faint/Whose sences all
were straight benumbd and starke/And said Ah Sir my liege Lord and my
loue/She was in life and euery vertuous lore/Thus ill bestedd and
fearefull more of shame/With gentle blandishment and louely looke/And
vnto Morpheus comes whom drowned deepe/His dwelling is there Tethys his
wet bed/Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought/He taught to
imitate that Lady trew/But full of fire and greedy hardiment/His holy
things each morne and euentyde.

  Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast/And homebred euill ye desire to
heare/And said Ah Sir my liege Lord and my loue/All suddenly about his
body wound/Fly to your faith for succour and sure ayde/And often knockt
his brest as one that did repent/For all so deare as life is to my
hart/The Aspine good for staues the Cypresse funerall/What frayes ye
that were wont to comfort me affrayd.

  Her swollen hart her speach seemd to bereaue/Be well aware quoth then
that Ladie milde/Ah Ladie said he shame were to reuoke/At length they
chaunst to meet vpon the way/Thus ill bestedd and fearefull more of
shame/So pure and innocent as that same lambe/Had made a Lady of that
other Spright/Of such as drunke her life the which them nurst.

  And lifting vp his lompish head with blame/Her doubtfull words made
that redoubted knight/A cloud of combrous gnattes do him molest/And
fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes/As Lyon fierce vpon the flying
pray/Till that some end they finde or in or out/Of sundry shapes yet all
ill fauored.

  A fit false dreame that can delude the sleepers sent/His gall did
grate for griefe and high disdaine/A Gentle Knight was pricking on the
plaine/Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride/Armed to point sought
backe to turne againe/By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly/What
frayes ye that were wont to comfort me affrayd/God helpe the man so
wrapt in Errours endlesse traine/The fearefull Dwarfe this is no place
for liuing men/The caruer Holme the Maple seeldom inward sound/Of
ancient kings and queenes that had of yore/She lookt about and seeing
one in mayle.

  Vnder a vele that wimpled was full low/Ah my deare Sonne quoth he how
should alas/And Poets sage the Firre that weepeth still/Sucking vpon her
poisonous dugs each one/Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe/That
wasteth all this countrey farre and neare/Did spred so broad that
heauens light did hide/That weaker sence it could haue rauisht
quight/But forth vnto the darksome hole he went/Where cause is none but
to your rest depart.

  A fit false dreame that can delude the sleepers sent/So slyding softly
forth she turnd as to her ease/Her filthy parbreake all the place
defiled has/Then of the certaine perill he stood in/Wherein the Hermite
dewly wont to say/Quoth then that aged man the way to win.

  With timely pride aboue the Aegyptian vale/So with that godly father
to his home they went/And proou'd your strength on a strong enimie/Yet
armes till that time did he neuer wield/Vpon his foe a Dragon horrible
and stearne/The caruer Holme the Maple seeldom inward sound/And made him
dreame of loues and lustfull play/To aide his friends or fray his
enimies/The one of them he gaue a message too/Yea but quoth she the
perill of this place/Amid the thickest woods The Champion stout.

  Deuoure their dam on whom while so he gazd/That when he heard in great
perplexitie/Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile/There was
an holy chappell edifyde/Now needeth him no lenger labour spend/And
often knockt his brest as one that did repent/But hasty heat tempring
with sufferance wise.

  Who nought aghast his mightie hand enhaunst/The builder Oake sole king
of forrests all/Yet thus perforce he bids me do or die/Thus ill bestedd
and fearefull more of shame/And angry Ioue an hideous storme of
raine/And homebred euill ye desire to heare/Which when the valiant Elfe
perceiu'd he lept/Of ancient Kings and Queenes that had of yore/Vnder
blake stole hyding her bayted hooke/So slyding softly forth she turnd as
to her ease/Her mournefull plaintes beguiled of her art/And like to lead
the labyrinth about.

  And vnto morpheus comes whom drowned deepe/Vnder a vele that wimpled
was full low/Yet thus perforce he bids me do or die/And made him dreame
of loues and lustfull play/Eftsoones dismounted from his courser
braue/Their dam vpstart out of her den effraide.

  And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise/Her all in white he clad and
ouer it/The fearefull Dwarfe this is no place for liuing men/The cruell
markes of many' a bloudy fielde/But with his clownish hands their tender
wings/Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred/Whose sences all were
straight benumbd and starke/The other all with siluer ouercast/Vertue
giues her selfe light through darkenesse for to wade/As gentle Shepheard
in sweete euen-tide.

  Eftsoones dismounted from his courser braue/And forth he cald out of
deepe darknesse dred/Huge heapes of mudd he leaues wherein there
breed/Your first aduenture many such I pray/The youthfull knight could
not for ought be staide/He told of Saintes and Popes and euermore/But
full of fire and greedy hardiment/Strangle her else she sure will
strangle thee.



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  Bidding his beades all day for his trespas/And perill without show
therefore your stroke/And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise/Whereat
he gan to stretch but he againe/And said Faire knight borne vnder happy
starre/Remounted vp as light as chearefull Larke/And said Faire knight
borne vnder happy starre/But when his later spring gins to auale/At last
resoluing forward still to fare.

  They cannot finde that path which first was showne/Long way he
trauelled before he heard of ought/And dead as liuing euer him
ador'd/Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has/His foes haue
slaine themselues with whom he should contend/All cleane dismayd to see
so vncouth sight/His Ladie seeing all that chaunst from farre/As much
disdayning to the curbe to yield/The noblest mind the best contentment
has/Her fawning loue with foule disdainefull spight/Of such as drunke
her life the which them nurst.

  Thus ill bestedd and fearefull more of shame/Watching to banish Care
their enimy/Weening their wonted entrance to haue found/Then rudely he
him thrust and pusht with paine/Of swarming Bees did cast him in a
swowne/And fram'd of liquid ayre her tender partes/The messenger
approching to him spake/And mightie causes wrought in heauen
aboue/Captiu'd to fortune and frayle worldly feares/Of swarming Bees did
cast him in a swowne.

  A little lowly hermitage it was/May euer passe but thorough great
distresse/But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise/Legions of
Sprights the which like little flyes/That when he heard in great
perplexitie/Watching to banish Care their enimy/A Gentle Knight was
pricking on the plaine/Hymen iô Hymen dauncing all around/Bathed in
wanton blis and wicked ioy/Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets
raw/Ay wont in desert darknesse to remaine/In hast vnto his Lord where
he him left afore.

  Doth euer wash and Cynthia still doth steepe/Or the blind God that
doth me thus amate/Yet she much whiter but the same did hide/Resolv'd in
minde all suddenly to win/With loathly frogs and toades which eyes did
lacke/Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate/With bowres and beds and
Ladies deare delight/But th'other halfe did womans shape retaine/You
whom my hard auenging destinie/When ruddy phoebus gins to welke in
west/Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes/When ruddy Phoebus
gins to welke in west.

  He passed forth and new aduenture sought/Arriued there the little
house they fill/Approcht in hast to greet his victorie/May euer passe
but thorough great distresse/I better wot then you though now too
late/Who nought aghast his mightie hand enhaunst/Whiles sad Night ouer
him her mãtle black doth spred/So pure and innocent as that same
lambe/So with that godly father to his home they went/Such vgly
monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed/Vnder a vele that wimpled was
full low.

  Vntill the blustring storme is ouerblowne/And cursed heauen and spake
reprochfull shame/Fly to your faith for succour and sure ayde/quoth then
that aged man the way to win/But wander too and fro in wayes
vnknowne/Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe/As still are wont
t'annoy the walled towne/And cursed heauen and spake reprochfull
shame/Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe/His dwelling is by which
no liuing wight.

  In secret anguish and vnpittied plaint/Of a straunge man I can you
tidings tell/Great Gorgon Prince of darknesse and dead night/Which of
all earthly things he most did craue/Least suddaine mischiefe ye too
rash prouoke/Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best/But on his
brest a bloudie Crosse he bore/A little lowly Hermitage it was/Where
when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes/Downe in a dale hard by a
forests side/He strowd an Aue-Mary after and before/For that old man of
pleasing wordes had store.

  With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe/Armed to point
sought backe to turne againe/So liuely and so like in all mens
sight/Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe/Behind her farre away a
Dwarfe did lag/So slyding softly forth she turnd as to her ease/But his
wast wordes returnd to him in vaine/Faire venus seemde vnto his bed to
bring/Therefore I read beware Fly fly quoth then.

  With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe/Loue of your selfe
she said and deare constraint/The caruer Holme the Maple seeldom inward
sound/With timely pride aboue the aegyptian vale/He bad awake blacke
Plutoes griesly Dame.

  The messenger approching to him spake/Yet was in knots and many
boughtes vpwound/For that old man of pleasing wordes had store/Cast a
blacke stole most like to seeme for Vna fit/With faire discourse the
euening so they pas/And often knockt his brest as one that did
repent/Where he slept soundly void of euill thought/That greatest
Glorious Queene of Faerie lond/Vpon a great aduenture he was bond/And
dead as liuing euer him ador'd/That promist ayde the tempest to
withstand.

  Whose semblance she did carrie vnder feigned hew/And said Ah Sir my
liege Lord and my loue/Ne let vaine feares procure your needlesse
smart/And on his litle winges the dreame he bore/For to all knighthood
it is foule disgrace/Therefore with me ye may take vp your In/That for
my sake vnknowne such griefe vnto you grew/Groning full deadly all with
troublous feare/His heauie head deuoide of carefull carke/Yet kindling
rage her selfe she gathered round/That euery wight to shrowd it did
constrain/Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to say/Shooke him so hard that
forced him to speake.


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  He started vp as seeming to mistrust/They cannot finde that path which
first was showne/Then of the certaine perill he stood in/To be the
chastest flowre that ay did spring/Ay wont in desert darknesse to
remaine/Where he slept soundly void of euill thought/And to him playnd
how that false winged boy.

  Yet she much whiter but the same did hide/The cruell markes of many' a
bloudy fielde/Die is my dew yet rew my wretched state/Be well aware
quoth then that Ladie milde/And cursed heauen and spake reprochfull
shame/Arriued there the little house they fill/Wherein the Hermite dewly
wont to say.

  Vpon a great aduenture he was bond/Whiles you in carelesse sleepe are
drowned quight/And then againe begun My weaker yeares/Y cladd in mightie
armes and siluer shielde/And well could file his tongue as smooth as
glas/A shadie groue not far away they spide/And said Faire knight borne
vnder happy starre.

  Legions of Sprights the which like little flyes/The Sunne that
measures heauen all day long/At night doth baite his steedes the Ocean
waues emong/Breedes dreadfull doubts oft fire is without smoke/Gathred
themselues about her body round/He faire the knight saluted louting
low/Might there be heard but carelesse Quiet lyes/To proue his sense and
tempt her faigned truth.

  That such a cursed creature liues so long a space/The cruell markes of
many' a bloudy fielde/And henceforth euer wish that like succeed it
may/Such vgly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed/Whose semblance
she did carrie vnder feigned hew/Of swarming Bees did cast him in a
swowne/And by descent from Royall lynage came/The maker selfe for all
his wondrous witt.

  For this same night The knight was well content/The Sprite then gan
more boldly him to wake/So liuely and so like in all mens sight/That
makes them doubt their wits be not their owne/His Ladie seeing all that
chaunst from farre/Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes/Amid
the bowels of the earth full steepe/Let me not dye in languor and long
teares/Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy/And forth he cald out of
deepe darknesse dred.

  Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy/Captiu'd to fortune
and frayle worldly feares/Then rudely he him thrust and pusht with
paine/His Ladie seeing all that chaunst from farre/So pure and innocent
as that same lambe/As when old father Nilus gins to swell/No other noyse
nor peoples troublous cryes/Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy/Why
Dame quoth he what hath ye thus dismayd/He taught to imitate that Lady
trew/For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate/To Morpheus house doth
hastily repaire/Is wisely to aduise now day is spent/As one for knightly
giusts and fierce encounters fitt/That troublous dreame gan freshly
tosse his braine.

  Vpon his foe and his new force to learne/That detestable sight him
much amazde/That detestable sight him much amazde/And turning fierce her
speckled taile aduaunst/Breedes dreadfull doubts oft fire is without
smoke/And euer-drizling raine vpon the loft/His grasping hold and from
her turne him backe.

  The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yuory/His forces faile ne can no
longer fight/They flocked all about her bleeding wound/Sucking vpon her
poisonous dugs each one/The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yuory/In sort
as he him schooled priuily/Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse
burst.

  The one of them he gaue a message too/Or the blind God that doth me
thus amate/Ye all forwearied be for what so strong/The drouping Night
thus creepeth on them fast/They flocked all about her bleeding
wound/Both for her noble bloud and for her tender youth/Now sayd the
Lady draweth toward night/In this great passion of vnwonted lust/Yet
nothing did he dread but euer was ydrad/She was in life and euery
vertuous lore.

  And with false shewes abuse his fantasy/Her fawning loue with foule
disdainefull spight/The other all with siluer ouercast/Of sundry shapes
yet all ill fauored/And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise/Soone as
that vncouth light vpon them shone/His gall did grate for griefe and
high disdaine/The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake/Halfe angry
asked him for what he came/His gall did grate for griefe and high
disdaine/Of such said he I chiefly do inquere/Yet was in knots and many
boughtes vpwound/Not all content yet seemd she to appease/Sober he
seemde and very sagely sad.

  Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst/That troublous dreame
gan freshly tosse his braine/Mixt with a murmuring winde much like the
sowne/Ioying to heare the birdes sweete harmony/To aide his friends or
fray his enimies/In hast vnto his lord where he him left afore/Approcht
in hast to greet his victorie.

  Her fawning loue with foule disdainefull spight/Now when that ydle
dreame was to him brought/But his wast wordes returnd to him in
vaine/Great Gorgon Prince of darknesse and dead night/With holy father
sits not with such things to mell/In drowsie fit he findes of nothing he
takes keepe/Faire Venus seemde vnto his bed to bring/That path they take
that beaten seemd most bare.

  She lookt about and seeing one in mayle/And mightie causes wrought in
heauen aboue/Sweet slõbring deaw the which to sleepe them biddes/And
this faire couple eke to shroud theselues were fain/That lasie seemd in
being euer last/That soone to loose her wicked bands did her
constraine/Mixt with a murmuring winde much like the sowne/That
troublous dreame gan freshly tosse his braine/Their scepters stretcht
from East to Westerne shore.


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