Anatomy Of The Western World #0002

[August Highland]

Anatomy Of The Western World #0002

  Did spred so broad that heauens light did hide/Assure your selfe it
fell not all to ground/And eke the Graces seemed all to sing/At night
doth baite his steedes the Ocean waues emong/Vpon his foe a Dragon
horrible and stearne/Then of the certaine perill he stood in/And with
false shewes abuse his fantasy.

  And angry Ioue an hideous storme of raine/That nigh his manly hart did
melt away/Strangle her else she sure will strangle thee/And ouer all a
blacke stole she did throw/He stayde his hand and gan himselfe
aduise/With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe/Whiles sad
night ouer him her mãtle black doth spred/Yet kindling rage her selfe
she gathered round.

  What frayes ye that were wont to comfort me affrayd/And with new day
new worke at once begin/Long way he trauelled before he heard of
ought/That makes them doubt their wits be not their owne/Ye all
forwearied be for what so strong/From turning backe and forced her to
stay/Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore/Hymen iô hymen
dauncing all around/Hauing all satisfide their bloudy thurst/When
weening to returne whence they did stray/Tho wrapping vp her wrethed
sterne arownd/And eke the Graces seemed all to sing.

  Did spred so broad that heauens light did hide/Ne let vaine feares
procure your needlesse smart/Fly to your faith for succour and sure
ayde/Be well aware quoth then that ladie milde/What frayes ye that were
wont to comfort me affrayd/That nigh his manly hart did melt away/Which
when the valiant elfe perceiu'd he lept/Sweet slõbring deaw the which to
sleepe them biddes/All cleane dismayd to see so vncouth sight/And dead
as liuing euer him ador'd/In siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed/And
fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes.

  Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best/And rushed forth hurling
her hideous taile/Then of the certaine perill he stood in/Yea but quoth
she the perill of this place/Yea but quoth she the perill of this
place/Or the blind God that doth me thus amate/God helpe the man so
wrapt in Errours endlesse traine/For whose defence he was to shed his
blood/They cannot finde that path which first was showne/A cloud of
combrous gnattes do him molest.

  Right faithfull true he was in deede and word/The one vpon his hardy
head him plast/Tho can she weepe to stirre vp gentle ruth/At length it
brought them to a hollow caue/That euery wight to shrowd it did
constrain/So liuely and so like in all mens sight/His gall did grate for
griefe and high disdaine/Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell/Or
wearied with bearing of her bag/Of needments at his backe thus as they
past/Thus ill bestedd and fearefull more of shame/The stroke down frõ
her head vnto her shoulder glaunst/So slyding softly forth she turnd as
to her ease/And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue.

  In secret anguish and vnpittied plaint/That soone to loose her wicked
bands did her constraine/That welnigh choked with the deadly
stinke/Whose double gates he findeth locked fast/The noblest mind the
best contentment has/They saw so rudely falling to the ground/When ruddy
Phoebus gins to welke in west/And mightie causes wrought in heauen
aboue/Be well aware quoth then that ladie milde/That from her body full
of filthie sin/He faire the knight saluted louting low/Strangle her else
she sure will strangle thee.

  The same so sore annoyed has the knight/Most lothsom filthie foule and
full of vile disdaine/Hauing yrockt a sleepe his irkesome spright/In
siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed/In this great passion of vnwonted
lust/And all the world in their subiection held/Is wisely to aduise now
day is spent/A diuerse dreame out of his prison darke.

  Seemed in heart some hidden care she had/Tho wrapping vp her wrethed
sterne arownd/Threatning her angry sting him to dismay/He told of
Saintes and Popes and euermore/And low where dawning day doth neuer
peepe/And shall you well reward to shew the place/God helpe the man so
wrapt in Errours endlesse traine/Thus ill bestedd and fearefull more of
shame.

  That troublous dreame gan freshly tosse his braine/A-waite whereto
their seruice he applyes/With bowres and beds and ladies deare
delight/Her vomit full of bookes and papers was/Much can they prayse the
trees so straight and hy/Soone as that vncouth light vpon them
shone/Weening their wonted entrance to haue found/The warlike Beech the
Ash for nothing ill/Hauing yrockt a sleepe his irkesome spright/Now when
that ydle dreame was to him brought.

  Downe in a dale hard by a forests side/Full iolly knight he seemd and
faire did sitt/As much disdayning to the curbe to yield/The forward
footing for an hidden shade/Of highest God the Lord of life and
light/Captiu'd to fortune and frayle worldly feares/A floud of poyson
horrible and blacke/And low where dawning day doth neuer peepe/And often
knockt his brest as one that did repent/He thought haue slaine her in
his fierce despight.

  Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought/But with his clownish
hands their tender wings/Sober he seemde and very sagely sad/And all
attonce her beastly body raizd/Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast/Ah
my deare Sonne quoth he how should alas/She was in life and euery
vertuous lore.

  And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas/He taught to imitate
that Lady trew/Eftsoones dismounted from his courser braue/And all
attonce her beastly body raizd/And angry Ioue an hideous storme of
raine/Most like that virgin true which for her knight him took/And she
her selfe of beautie soueraigne queene/Or wearied with bearing of her
bag/Yet kindling rage her selfe she gathered round/But wander too and
fro in wayes vnknowne.

  Suspect her truth yet since no' vntruth he knew/In this great passion
of vnwonted lust/Bidding his beades all day for his trespas/And said
faire knight borne vnder happy starre/Did spred so broad that heauens
light did hide/The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yuory/To Morpheus house
doth hastily repaire/Lo there before his face his Lady is/That wasteth
all this countrey farre and neare/And looked in his glistring armor
made/And more to lulle him in his slumber soft/He brusheth oft and oft
doth mar their murmurings.

  That which of them to take in diuerse doubt they been/Rest is their
feast and all things at their will/Much can they prayse the trees so
straight and hy/The messenger approching to him spake/Which swarming all
about his legs did crall/Long way he trauelled before he heard of
ought/That greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond/His dwelling is by
which no liuing wight/Which swarming all about his legs did crall/A
diuerse dreame out of his prison darke/Then rudely he him thrust and
pusht with paine/A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine/Soone as
that vncouth light vpon them shone/And looked in his glistring armor
made.

  Huge heapes of mudd he leaues wherein there breed/Shall I accuse the
hidden cruell fate/A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine/Vpon his
shield the like was also scor'd/And ouerflow each plaine and lowly
dale/Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash prouoke/Then of the certaine
perill he stood in/That greatest Gloriana to him gaue/Or wearied with
bearing of her bag.

  To see th'vnkindly Impes of heauen accurst/Rest is their feast and all
things at their will/So liuely and so like in all mens sight/That euery
wight to shrowd it did constrain/He seekes out mighty charmes to trouble
sleepy mindes/Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes/Silly old
man that liues in hidden cell/The fruitfull oliue and the platane
round/In sort as he him schooled priuily/He making speedy way through
spersed ayre/Sweet slõbring deaw the which to sleepe them biddes/Tydings
of warre and worldly trouble tell.

  So sound he slept that nought mought him awake/Gathred themselues
about her body round/By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly/With that
misformed spright he backe returnd againe/The noblest mind the best
contentment has/In trauell to and froe a little wyde/He would not shend
but said Deare dame I rew/A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine/And
all attonce her beastly body raizd.

  The caruer holme the maple seeldom inward sound/Ne euer would to any
by-way bend/Sir knight with-hold till further triall made/That for my
sake vnknowne such griefe vnto you grew/The same so sore annoyed has the
knight/The cruell markes of many' a bloudy fielde/Her vomit full of
bookes and papers was/But when his later spring gins to auale/And
proou'd your strength on a strong enimie.

  A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed frõ her corse/May euer
passe but thorough great distresse/Thus ill bestedd and fearefull more
of shame/The cruell markes of many' a bloudy fielde/When weening to
returne whence they did stray/Of such as drunke her life the which them
nurst/Yea but quoth she the perill of this place.

  Pointed with mortall sting of her there bred/Die is my dew yet rew my
wretched state/Yet was in knots and many boughtes vpwound/Assure your
selfe it fell not all to ground/As still are wont t'annoy the walled
towne/Hauing yrockt a sleepe his irkesome spright/The deare remembrance
of his dying Lord/Hauing all satisfide their bloudy thurst/Their
scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore/When weening to returne
whence they did stray/Wringing her hands in wemens pitteous wise.

  Wherein the hermite dewly wont to say/A little lowly Hermitage it
was/The caruer holme the maple seeldom inward sound/Then choosing out
few wordes most horrible/Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted hooke/Of
sundry shapes yet all ill fauored/Much grieu'd to thinke that gentle
Dame so light/Then with the sunne take sir your timely rest/With which
and other spelles like terrible.

  Had made a lady of that other spright/As still are wont t'annoy the
walled towne/The deare remembrance of his dying Lord/Vntill the
blustring storme is ouerblowne/Of straunge aduentures which abroad did
pas/And euer as he rode his hart did earne/Captiu'd to fortune and
frayle worldly feares/The day with cloudes was suddeine ouercast/That
for my sake vnknowne such griefe vnto you grew/And with new day new
worke at once begin/And by descent from Royall lynage came/And creeping
sought way in the weedy gras/And all the world in their subiection
held/And homebred euill ye desire to heare.

  To see th'vnkindly Impes of heauen accurst/Her huge long taile her den
all ouerspred/Markes which do byte their hasty supper best/He strowd an
aue-mary after and before/So pure and innocent as that same lambe/His
angry steede did chide his foming bitt/The one faire fram'd of burnisht
Yuory/That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare/And wakefull dogges
before them farre do lye/Cride out Now now Sir knight shew what ye
bee/Long way he trauelled before he heard of ought.

  Yet was in knots and many boughtes vpwound/Pointed with mortall sting
Of her there bred/The one of them he gaue a message too/His Lady sad to
see his sore constraint/Fly to your faith for succour and sure ayde/He
thought haue slaine her in his fierce despight/Add faith vnto your force
and be not faint/And all the world in their subiection held/His gall did
grate for griefe and high disdaine.



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