THE HIGHLAND-SPENCER PROJECT

[August Highland]

THE HIGHLAND-SPENCER PROJECT
SAMPLER


THIS IS A SAMPLE FROM A NEW PROJECT EMBEDDING AND REDIRECTING THE TWELUE
BOOKES OF THE FAERIE QUEENE. FOR EACH CANTO THERE ARE 500 ONE-OF-A-KIND
VOLUMES EACH OF WHICH IS 500-PAGES LONG. THE LITERARY OBJECTS BY AUGUST
HIGHLAND WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR SALE IN THE SUMMER OF 2003. EACH LITERARY
OBJECT IS PRESENTED UNBOUND IN A CUSTOM-BUILT MAPLE BOX. THERE IS A
STANDARD AND PREMIUM EDITION FOR EACH VOLUME. THE STANDARD EDITION IS
PRINTED ON ACID-FREE PAPER AND IS UNSIGNED. THE PREMIUM EDITION IS
PRINTED ON ARCHIVAL RAG AND SIGNED. THE STANDARD EDITION IS PRICED AT
$240 AND THE PREMIUM AT $360.


FROM BOOKE ONE/CANTO ONE


  As messenger of Morpheus on them cast/Some secret ill or hidden foe of
his/Sweet slõbring deaw the which to sleepe them biddes/He strowd an
Aue-Mary after and before/Vpon his foe and his new force to learne/She
poured forth out of her hellish sinke/And partly female of his fruitfull
seed/Or wearied with bearing of her bag/So forward on his way with God
to frend/Making her death their life and eke her hurt their good/Whom to
auenge she had this Knight from far cõpeld.

  Not perceable with power of any starre/He bad awake blacke Plutoes
griesly Dame/As messenger of Morpheus on them cast/What frayes ye that
were wont to comfort me affrayd/The fearefull Dwarfe this is no place
for liuing men/Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best/The
fruitfull oliue and the platane round/Of highest God the Lord of life
and light/Thereby a Christall streame did gently play/Bidding his beades
all day for his trespas/Long way he trauelled before he heard of ought.

  Whose sences all were straight benumbd and starke/Her chast hart had
subdewd to learne Dame pleasures toy/And this faire couple eke to shroud
theselues were fain/Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy/To
proue his puissance in battell braue/Far hence quoth he in wastfull
wildernesse/That path he kept which beaten was most plaine/From turning
backe and forced her to stay/The drouping Night thus creepeth on them
fast/The fearefull Dwarfe this is no place for liuing men/And comming
where the knight in slomber lay/With bowres and beds and Ladies deare
delight/They flocked all about her bleeding wound/At last dull
wearinesse of former fight/Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell.

  The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide/Of a straunge man I
can you tidings tell/Whose corage when the feend perceiu'd to shrinke/At
night doth baite his steedes the Ocean waues emong/At last dull
wearinesse of former fight/And euer-drizling raine vpon the
loft/Approcht in hast to greet his victorie/Tydings of warre and worldly
trouble tell.

  He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame/Her doubtfull words made
that redoubted knight/And more to lulle him in his slumber soft/Mixt
with a murmuring winde much like the sowne/She lookt about and seeing
one in mayle/Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes/Most like
that virgin true which for her knight him took/So forward on his way
with God to frend/There was an holy chappell edifyde/Faire harbour that
them seemes so in they entred arre.

  I better wot then you though now too late/And creeping sought way in
the weedy gras/Add faith vnto your force and be not faint/And henceforth
euer wish that like succeed it may/Therefore I read beware Fly fly quoth
then/And foorth they passe with pleasure forward led/Sucking vpon her
poisonous dugs each one/And by her in a line a milke white lambe she
lad/Seemed in heart some hidden care she had.

  Vnto that Elfin knight he bad him fly/That troublous dreame gan
freshly tosse his braine/Threatning her angry sting him to dismay/Till
that infernall feend with foule vprore/Then with the sunne take sir your
timely rest.

  Till that infernall feend with foule vprore/Breedes dreadfull doubts
Oft fire is without smoke/The cruell markes of many' a bloudy fielde/Is
tost with troubled sights and fancies weake/Or soone to lose before he
once would lin/In this great passion of vnwonted lust.

  And with false shewes abuse his fantasy/Vntroubled night they say
giues counsell best/Deuoure their dam on whom while so he gazd/As still
are wont t'annoy the walled towne/Bathed in wanton blis and wicked
ioy/Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash prouoke/Let none them read
thereof did verses frame/Whiles sad Night ouer him her mãtle black doth
spred/A diuerse dreame out of his prison darke/And threatned vnto him
the dreaded name.

  Thereby a christall streame did gently play/The noblest mind the best
contentment has/With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe/That
troublous dreame gan freshly tosse his braine/The God obayde and calling
forth straight way/Of straunge aduentures which abroad did pas/Rest is
their feast and all things at their will/Which stunck so vildly that it
forst him slacke/A thousand yong ones which she dayly fed/A diuerse
dreame out of his prison darke.

  Now sayd the Lady draweth toward night/And forth he cald out of deepe
darknesse dred/For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace/By which he
saw the vgly monster plaine/Halfe furious vnto his foe he came/So pure
and innocent as that same lambe/The fearefull Dwarfe this is no place
for liuing men/With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe/And
lifting vp his lompish head with blame.

  And creeping sought way in the weedy gras/Cast a blacke stole most
like to seeme for Vna fit/With bowres and beds and Ladies deare
delight/The same so sore annoyed has the knight/Much grieu'd to thinke
that gentle Dame so light/Markes which do byte their hasty supper
best/Of Hecate whereat he gan to quake/Into her mouth they crept and
suddain all were gone.

  Let me not dye in languor and long teares/That soone to loose her
wicked bands did her constraine/Whose sences all were straight benumbd
and starke/Faire venus seemde vnto his bed to bring/Whose sences all
were straight benumbd and starke/Yea but quoth she the perill of this
place/As when old father Nilus gins to swell/Vpon a great aduenture he
was bond.


AUGUST HIGHLAND


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